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Nov 2010
I left my body last night. I got shifty and I saw myself kicking, drowning. There are times when only my mother's milk will do the trick. But shifty, I just lay here, my muscles aching and quivering. By God I've done it again. I did what I swore I wouldn't. I left the party last night. So say goodbye to being shifty.
    I trip like I want to but the shifty always seems to creep back again. Slowly I remove the thorn from my paw. It'll only hurt for a little while. Back to normal for a while. Until I again decide to let myself get shifty again.
By: Benjamin A. Jenkins
November 2010
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