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Jan 2012
ready the weakend
dont want do nuthing

asylum in stead

smile at pendewlum

as it striking my head


with itchies so passing

i roll down my sleaves

as tree stuck in No Spring

i want
take my leaves
Keith Ren
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Keith Ren
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