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Aug 2015
I sat with the devil, over tea and plates of lemon squares, why he must inflict so much pain

So much suffering

He looked at me shocked, and said he was not the cause, for he had been on vacation

I asked for how long

He said the moment God exiled him from Heaven

I asked what he did in Hell then

He said watch re-runs of 227
Astral
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Astral  Georgia
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   Earl Jane
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