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Aug 2016
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These pieces don't fit,
but here I am
mashing them together,
assisted by spit
and ****
and moans,
yknow,
all the whistles;
My meat n potatoes
are just spuds and gristle.
Yggy
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Yggy  M/Tennessee
(M/Tennessee)   
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