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Mar 2012
barflies brood

the dank light

the annoying drunk mutters on

swipes the drool

"no one listens anymore"

I don't care enough

to rattle my pocket

for his troubles

or I'd break his gob

that slurs a child

"*******"

just for something to do
Hugh Lovzewe
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