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Aug 2013
I married this charcoal
Fast as you took my soul
Dole out the pills
Monday Tuesday Wednesday
If-then statements that don't make sense
Read the side effects
On my lable
You see, I'm putting this all out on the table
My spirit is a flighty bird
You can't trust me, haven't you heard?
I don't have an owners manual
Oh my dear, this articulation is far too gradual.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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