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Aug 2015
Today comes alacrity aloof
My face is sagging now, should I cut it or let loose,
These amorphous little greys on my front structure
Are out of control
They dip in my soup
They sit in my bowl
And I am wondering,
Why am I getting skinnier"
My beard eats all my food
And the beard defecate's it back out
Through my armpits.
Bill murray
Written by
Bill murray  California
(California)   
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