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Jul 2014
I miss guys like Sam Stone,
cold to the bone, but
O the stories they could tell.
They have a way of putting
a spell on you.
And even though
they keep themselves
higher than kites,
pour money into their arm-holes,
they're more real than most people,
just fighting a losing battle
with a relentless monkey.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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