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Nov 2017
I went down to “Eros”, sore,
And found that the Devil lived.

Every hour will emit time,
With the wolf flow and the ****-gals,

All decaf faced and sad,
Smug gums grinned and snarled,

Re-reviled deliverer,
You always stressed desserts,
Brother Jimmy
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Brother Jimmy  M/Rochester, New York
(M/Rochester, New York)   
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