reflections of a turnpike mercenary
it's bhindi masala time
2.09.2006
dull blunt thud
2/9/06
can’t
write tonight
don’t
even
care
to think;
without the light
i’ll just
have another drink
(at
least I can still
rhyme! I think)
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