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I am king of Wal-mart, sitting high in throne of $70 wicker chair. “ this is my kingdom. “ the toy aisle thinks me a tyrant, the way I bend and break its barbies. “ son, we have to get going, “ dad says, so I exile him, plastic sword pointed to his back. “ no more of your shouting! “ I live here now, ruler of spoiling dairy.
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
the day I overthrew a grocery store
I am king of Wal-mart, sitting high in throne of $70 wicker chair. “ this is my kingdom. “ the toy aisle thinks me a tyrant, the way I bend and break its barbies. “ son, we have to get going, “ dad says, so I exile him, plastic sword pointed to his back. “ no more of your shouting! “ I live here now, ruler of spoiling dairy.
childhood
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
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