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Nov 2017
Belly up,
The brain is now molasses.
The slow synapsis can't see the scowling
faces.
Build the bridge and engrave his name on it.
He will not pay you a cent for it.
Written by
TheRiverStyx  M/New Jersey, USA
(M/New Jersey, USA)   
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