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Jan 2017
I was taught to obey
and give money
to pagan babies.

I was taught to feel
the way you feel
when you must go
to confession a lot.

Not ***** stuff.

Eventually I learned to
add color to the bleached
idea that the only way
to find yourself
is to be nice.
Written by
bob  California
     ---, Weeping willow, bob, ---, Lora Lee and 3 others
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