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All the lousy bums
coming in, drumming
on their hum-drum-drums,
or that low-like whistle they give,
in the background, from the rear,
when they know you ain't looking
but that you can hear, those bums
with candy corn stuck in their teeth
and ready to give wallops as they please.
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haro sir blake sir?
Posted by caroline | December 1, 2006 3:43 PM
Posted on December 1, 2006 15:43