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the boy came through the front door,
leaped to the bed while I sipped on coffee and again tried to figure
the French language ..

he was pawing,
scraping his arm about like a dog looking for a scrap ..

we laughed,
and he laughed more ..

we went out into the morning sunshine to play with some toy tractors as
the gal brought me out a tasty egg sandwich ..

i was thinking,
some people mope and mop about how and when they will be content ..

fuck baby,
it's a morning in the dirt by the egg path and the girl and
the kids that set it apart ..

fuck the check and burn the money ..

you'll be no closer than how far you were behind ..

take a look into the cuticle of your eye shadow
and mop back the hair itching your bunghole ..

the reasons are right in front of you and if they're not .. they could be ..

so,
before you mention how shit isn't working out right
or straight or skinny or how it should,
it's your world ..

PAINT IT ANY FUCKING COLOR

you like ..