Saturday, November 15th, 2008...11:28 pm
milner place | he said there’s nothing
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He said there’s nothing
concentrates the mind
like a health inspector.I said wolves.
He said what wolves.
Wolves I said concentrate
the mind wonderfully,
it’s something in the howl.He said gibberish.
No, wolves.
Gladys, he called
the length of the bar,
don’t serve this one
any more.
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