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I am going to sleep tonight

with a bed under my head

with no body in sight

and I feel like a grave yard.


" You owe me two thousand

hours of work "

Oh, sorry.

I am out of stock.

" Did you call ahead to make sure? "

I did not.

" Well, you owe me everything anyway now. "

I cannot do this.

" Can you go to Jail for me? "

Yes, I can. Are you always asking me questions?

" No,

" This is just to warn you. You may start your work now. "

I am going home.

I spent the day hockey puck a wall on the sunny old sky

This was my job.

" Are you sure you are sorry

because the Weary Word

forsake the Dry Toad

The Wet baby frog on the Asphalt

Dear To Me

Will you take the number

write the name

save the wisdom

wish the Folders

They every Been Old Hold Body

Serious too fellow

Been Person Ship

Aloft Pen Hood

Personal Connection

Sort the non sense

Soul of the miracle

The End

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