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Aug 2014
The monkey rode her back constantly,
a skilled jockey,
it watched her down cheap *****
until she no longer existed
in a clear state.
That's when the critter got heavy,
and her,
in a stupor,
could not shake that hairy devil.
It was hard to watch
her die that way.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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