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Thursday, June 05, 2008
Ostrich Head
Child,
Be grateful for
Your family,
Your fate is not starvation.
Don't be
Foolish,
Your love is
Juvenile,
Puerile, and infantile,
But you've got style
That's for
Sure,
You can run away
Still weigh
The options as you
Flee.
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