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Pleading epistles to Subsubpoetics / cont.

 

 

doan be meen, NY potes, yield. skin craked. boils lik Marx..

lost in woods, come et me bear.gizards forye baer. come bak sons.Imsorry for
ma self. Im sorry I yelled fer my temper. come bac from th sky, how you got
up there wife and ma sons? come here bare. et me gizards. I can ahrdly
tallkits socold. goodbe subusb. goodbye. snow.

knt

 

 

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