
At 12:30, on May 8 , things turned shallow
Frankie-man was The Back
A job settled between 9-5 everyday
death to marriage with no restrictions
He was an owned man
He looked up from crust Indian style noticing a different niche
enough to flip curved smiles up front into frown
“ O god God God” thought the ass
The men friends all a donefinished
Frankie knew this monster as an integrating sluggish choice opening another secondary snake line
Planned from start but cheap attempt to save the Presidents motorcade. Frankie hated cheap but being known as a rear ender
Only got change
And now without twist to room figured That if the single spark wax dribbling into red clots never waved again.
His ChooChoo
The wife of 10 year would not know to tell
that when the cave at Port Enders Mining Company killed 20 good and gracious men
blackening bone skin to leather
That he was still the end




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