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Jul 2020
J is for jumbalaya.
Down south, East coast, tornado alleys--it rains down
Houses, couches, and vehicles
Twisted wrecks
Everything including
Hell's kitchen sinks.
J is for jumping Jehoshaphat!
******' A, it's so fracking Hot
Just goes to show,
Gobal warming is no joke,
J is for just desserts
After the burn,
Everything on Earth.
J is for jumbo sized hurt.
Please let Gaia bloom,
Let the Earth live, and Man to be
Forgiven.
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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