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Jun 2012
Every day at a quarter to three
Jasmine drinks her cup o' tea
she takes is slow
two lumps of sweet
and when she's done
falls to her feet
she prays and preys
for bugs on the ground
she licks them up
spits them around
she then gets up
walks to the door
steps outside
calls neighbors "******"
she's not so nice
though was once sweet
was probably all
the kitchen heat
gave her nausea
made her sick
made her marry
a stubborn *****
no air conditioning
not a soul to help
he beat her mercilessly
made her whelp
then she cried
she gave a shout
and knocked that ******
out.
Written by
Matalie Niller
642
   Johnnie Rae
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