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roast beef and budaydoze

 

i’m stopping off for jugi fruits on my way to the funeral

it’s easy to be stoic when you’re several mountains from the hospital

out of sight out of mind, tritronic distractions

 

she smoked for eighty some years

i’d say she won that gamble

she raised the woman that made me

maintained a beautiful family

blood is so strange

watered down in this age

 

alice died in the night

i’ve been learning to drive my whole life

 

 

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