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Jun 2016
There was a wart-face ******
no bigger than a thumbtack
that sat behind a lemonade stand
outside the mouth of my mothers ******
waiting for me to crawl out
as I did he said
"Welcome to the world, do yourself a favor, crawl back up and die."
I didn't listen to him then
and he doesn't care
there's only one of him
so the message doesn't get around.
Matthew MacDonald
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Matthew MacDonald  Hersey MI
(Hersey MI)   
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