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SKIING ON THE LAST DAY OF SNOW |
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THE MAN WITH THE SKELETON BELT BUCKLE |
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| DAY OFF
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Eyes are the moon
that whispers burnt dolls.
Tabacco teeth like rows
of yellow corn.
I have to tell you I cant come in tomorrow. Dont get me wrong. I feel really bad. Im not really like that, you know. I dont like to miss work. Ill make it up to you
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from Forever the Last Time
Wolsak & Wynn
2004
Copyright © Jim Slominski |
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