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Oct 2014
I cough up green dye
see through cobwebs until i
die or get coffee early as i
speak with Jesus and practice being good    nightly
long into the night
psalms and burning candles at both ends is
what i seem to be good at
swear on dead saints graves
put away when
i gets woke
the can of beer i slept with
into the refrigerator. Consider,
I make special amends, when i get back from working
and find that beer and strain it,
Make sure no roaches float in it.
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