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| Poem Page 3 |
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| Laundry I sit upon the dryer I wait for what never comes I think of all happiness I learn it is dry cleaned |
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| Sinus Trouble When my world is full of ice, I find that it's rather nice To breathe right. I know this cause I can not, My nose is full of snot It is hard to sleep at night. |
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| Red Ribbons Red Blood bad People mad Words never said Lying in bed Queer Not me This can't be Year after year Tear after tear AIDS A dart In my heart Happiness fades Holes dug with spades |
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| A Promise You may think it is nuthin' But tonight you touched me with A promise of a muffin. |