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WHISKEY IS FOR FRIENDS
16 August 2010
poem
the words are hard
sometimes.
nothing is
coming to mind.
i would like to write a poem
today, or
tomorrow,
even yesterday would have been nice
but
i
suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
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justin ryan fyfe
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