I took a baggie to the grocery store
the price was higher than the time before
the old man asked me
"why is it more?"
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
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Textual accompaniment to the ringing in my ears. Shared for no one but spoken into the world before it dries up and dances madly in the wind.
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