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Oct 2013
The organs play around in the body

and people stink with wet *******

bus people tend to make you feel better about yourself

but then the random crazy comes aboard

and spews spit and incoherent words.



Monday with tired eyes

Tuesday with bleeding fingers

wednesday with a volcanic hangover

Thursday with sore lungs

Friday with shaking bones
John Beetle
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John Beetle  London On
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