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Toast
aerol

Bled ink all over
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until it stopped,
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and that was messier.
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I cried out then
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in envy of Job:
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the man had company.
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A mission to wake up
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and hard to come to
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trust the toaster;
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but Hendrix was
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such a good man
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and Saturn is so benign.
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3 Mar 07


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bump
 — aerol

slight edit
 — aerol

a bit cryptic for me
 — unknown

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