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Aug 2014
I've got ten minutes to get
from the spice bazaar
down to the coffee shop.

I've counted dozens of times
the number of steps
it takes to get there,
smiled hundreds of times
at the shopkeepers,
kids going to school
and tourists shooting snapshots
of my historical homeland.

My load's a bit heavier today,
these steel *****
sewn into this vest
are going to make one helluva mess.
It's going to blow my ***** off,
but what the heck,
who needs them,
I'll have virgins
to play with.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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