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Cake And Potato Salad (a Parababble)
feelike ain't gon'be'round
long ,
hope
t'be mist'aken / 'art 'ailure
[ heart failure ]
f'eels
chest'lectricity
projecting
longlines of
stupid wizdumb
smellike
oxycodone
sizzling on
br'other's BBQgrille............cannot
come out me room/
y'musnot see
nor look
where eye used to be...tis too
embarrassing
should a meatbag
Xpire
leaving
left a lurch for lunch ......O, trrble person'al
tragedy,
pick-a-muchlater
fate date
for deaddada
doodle
evermore-----
had
a
Personal Savior Jesus lady come to the door,(offer
ing cake & potatosalad (to
sus'tain) try to
ex'plain
to aid me lift me'spirit
to the Lord
make heaven a surething of eternal dizziness
anytime I want her to make J savior a personal
issue, jus'come'cross the streeeeeet, she'll
Be There for The Crossing /
no shit / cross'me'Heart,hope to.......forget & fore'go
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