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Apr 2016
Racism  
It was overcast this morning with fine rain
but as the offensive  racist I’m
I forced myself to get up at eight and take
a shower.  The water was cold no more gas
I called myself some slurring racist words.
Kicked the mirror the one in hall that has seen
me **** and laughed, went out buying a new
bottle, my racist wife- she is from Kinshasa and
dislike men with red hair- asked why I didn't
buy two gas bottle and keep one in reserve, like
I should be kind to a racist.
jan oskar hansensapopt
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   mikecccc
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