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Aug 2013
A grassy salty surprise,
A succulent bone,
A crisp spud.
Each bite a jubilation,
Every swallow a rebirth.
Greasy grease,
My lovely love.
How I've missed you,
maybe we'll meet again,
in another two years.
Max Doe
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Max Doe  Incarcerated
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