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Mar 2013
Here he comes,
All ****** up
A child
With a man's habits,
How can he handle this,
This genetic disease.
He just sits
With a mouth
Full of **** that
And waits for
This current night,
To be over
Harry J Baxter
Written by
Harry J Baxter  Richmond
(Richmond)   
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