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Sep 2014
Like a walrus he
Puffs the white foam from
His whiskers
And tells me,
No tells all of
Us he never touches
The ****.  
Because the worst
Fifty years of
His life
Never went
Any farther
Then
A Full
Case of
Scotch
Waiting
For the perfect
Moment.
Michael Parish
Written by
Michael Parish  Tacoma, washington
(Tacoma, washington)   
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