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Jul 2014
His efforts were altogether one big joke,
And the punch line was his ego.
I could no longer stand this clown,
Nor the balloon animal between his legs.
Every now and again, I picture myself
Stuffing him into a tiny car,
And watching it drive over a cliff.

Β©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Racquel Davis
Written by
Racquel Davis  F/New York, New York
(F/New York, New York)   
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