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Aug 2011
No no no
The words are streaked in ink not of mine
Tonight the clouds
Are white an' smell of pine

The night is not
A friend of either yours or mine
The night
Is a friend
Of nature's ill advised
Sign

Take
What you will
Swill all the
Bills

Advise
The Ancestors
Because weight sees
All the past
Spenders
Written by
Mitchell
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