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Aug 8
And so I bought
the lady's medicine
whom I knew would
hurt without,
Then I heard,
from her phone,
some robotic voice
and I knew it
without a doubt.  
"It's a scam!" I said
before I fled,
as I sacked up all
the lady's bread.
And the *** made out
with all her stuff
having pointed out
the Kettle's bluff..
The Obvious Kettle
and The Self-righteous ***
JA Perkins
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JA Perkins  36/M/Right here
(36/M/Right here)   
110
   Jeremy Betts
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