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Jun 2013
the body man is coming for me
in his sweater vest
in his dockers
'Business Trousers, I keep hemmed high, so the river doesn't bog them down!'
the body man.
He is gentle, soft spoken,
my friend
my guilty conscience
and after he is through with my broken toys
i know he will come for me
Christine Eglantine
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Christine Eglantine  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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