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dirty dishes-
one beer left...
bathrobe and
small pile of
bugler tobacco.
lawnmower sound-
to remind me
that i don't have one....
and the weeds are getting higher
every day.
this is the birthday
of
my mother....
but i didn't know that
until she
left a message saying so
and i love you
and would you please
pick up the phone.
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the days run over the hills like wild horses...-Bukowsky- i am the flying rodeo clown of death in qpids liberation army... lending my strange services in the noble cause of taking over the world before microsoft enslaves us all.
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