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Jul 26
i

come on now hap
i have to go into the pound
shop-one of these days!?

h-yeah.. dystopia is a head
gp-we never had pound shops
when i was young-

h-o god!
and a young brando in
a street car-materialism was

the kindness of strangers-
not-look at cosmetics-!
all we had was brute-

or west for the more sophisticated..
now look at this land fill-
now,what did i want..?

ii

a home and a happy family
i suppose-sir...sir..!?
your dog is urinating on the floor..

happy?!sorry i lost it there..
outside..!your grounded mister-
h-que sera,sera..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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