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Sep 2013
So sweet and so unsteady,
the aroma was so heady,
our backs sticky
and
sweaty.
It's all very stupid, shallow and trite.
I don't want to write another *** poem.
I want to start a ******* fight.
Hands
Written by
Hands  Cleveland, Ohio
(Cleveland, Ohio)   
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