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May 2014
The suitcases are stacked wall-to-wall,
Weigh the same as me, about as tall.

You pound down the door,
Drop more suitcases on the floor

Jack-in-the boxes pop
Out of each, one-by-one, stop!

I take a shot but throw the bottle.
Light a match. Here's to full-throttle.
Ugh
Ann Beaver
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