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Feb 2015
The sun blazes down on me
I crave it more than ever
How will I ever satisfy myself
I see the wieners, spinning right in front of me
I ponder if I should even bother
The price may be too great
Can my mouth handle something that long?
It starts to moisten
I give in and reach in my pocket for $1.50
The hot dog is mine
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