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Sep 2016
In his car.
Sitting on the tracks for
a train to come **** him.
Wearing a coat and a rimmed hat.
Eating a living infant.

A sheep was set
between the train and the car
to muffle the impact;
that's what they did
back in those days.
This was a dream. Now I remember.
Written by
mike
251
   --- and Doug Potter
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