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hey man! just cool it
boiling today,
like a southern
peanut.
went home
turned on the old
window unit
air conditioner.
switched on the
overhead fan,
laid on the floor.
don't know why I
laid on the floor.
maybe I was practicing
for how they would find
me when I died.
but not today,
no, not today.
don't know
about tomorrow.
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