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Aug 23
my dream this morning
was i was a waiter
trying to serve a high-ranking
**** but i could not find a cold beer..

i will take up stealing
here at least there is honour
and some humour
better, then being a effing poet..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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