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candy store pustche
I have to talk to myself without saying much of anything, nor anyone.
I communicate wit dogs a on aslightly higher "truth" topography.
And there ,
amdst creosote pylons jus sticking up support nothing or tii mantbinno blvd
intersects with
Interstate 47263 , (exit 4217.1), (where jack rabbits 20-30 yr ago we had Citizen's Benefit Landfill Banks all over this siide of town , &got them blacksnake tales jackets), now,
there's nothin
but crapped out lottery tix, any of which
might have your lucky numbers like
the kids got hold as if u in a Bier Hall pusche a day
or two late,
Just a bit of dust in a dustbin conceived world rite'round a corner.
& tell y'mamma she'll know when sweets are ready for
blessing(s)
now.
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