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Feb 2019
They fed you lies.
And when the nasty flavor grew
Too strong
And you choked on the *****
From throwing up the lies
Into a scratchy brown paper bag,
They laughed
And sold you a mint
To hide the acrid aftertaste.
Sue McCoy
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Sue McCoy
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