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Nov 2016
Become your dream, my friend,
before the person building
caskets builds one for you.

Get out of that lazy chair
in that do nothing room.
Come, stand at La Pat.

Close to nothing special.
Still come. Stand at La Pat
and Westminster Boulevard.

Come here to believe again.
Let hope soak into every cell
carrying life through your body.

Then walk to the Lavanderia
around the corner. Inside,
wash yourself anew.
Real? Go there and find out.
Written by
bob  California
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