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Nov 2013
Bigfoots a jack ***
Strange
He pured us both
Whiskey.
We talked about darwin,
And Goodals new book.
But now  hes trying to **** me!
Vegitaraian?
We thought he did.
But now hes trying to **** me.
Its getting dark
I cant smell the cave anymore.
His brown face sounded like a
Blender.  
I was just another elk
With them I slept
Like white bones.
Jack Dalton
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Jack Dalton  Roy Y
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