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Apr 2016
**** you, little
snake!
you beat me at my
own game!
but somehow I know
we’ll start again
and that time
I’ll win
and you’ll look
to the clouds
shake your fist
and declare
**** you,
Dewy!
you beat me at
your own game!
and you’ll meet
me at the finish line
and we’ll drink
lemonade
but until then
I’ll come in second
until then
I’ll look at the clouds
and think
of you
floating
with the sun
in your hands
rip, brother
King Panda
Written by
King Panda  27/Denver, CO
(27/Denver, CO)   
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   ---, mikecccc, --- and Vanessa Gatley
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