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Social Parody (Free verse) by skaskowski

Your father lives in Michigan. "In Michigan? Where's that?" Michigan is in between the baseball and the bat. "Huh? What you talkin bout?" A tourniquet of such. You see, the bleeding stops but then the limb is doomed to die. "You're rambling again." As precocious as this may seem: to find a flapjack in a dream is eating breakfast in a bean.

ifni 16-Mar-02/1:21 AM
I must be slow again today. I don't get it. Or is it supposed to be pointless? I am clueless.




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