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Feb 2017
i cut a habanero for my lunch
and forgot to clean my hands
i picked my nose
and was quickly drawn
back to reality
it burned but
i grew to like its affect
because i stopped thinking
and worried about my nose
Kevin
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Kevin  somewhere in jersey
(somewhere in jersey)   
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   Johnny Scarlotti
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