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Aug 2014
the persistent din, drinking
       as much in
Port or starboard, seeking
       cheap taste, like Gin.
Blunt, wash away
       constantly
any and all situations, we're in
       wasted, a National preoccupation.
Down in the hatch, consuming
       combustible
plant matter, fun ingesting
      soaked in waste we
stumble away/
      wasting.
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       aivustianumus, ---, r, Margaret and SamanthaW
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