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St. Anthony of Mistakes
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
The Aged Man
I worked to relax
I drank to fuck
I hungered to be full
I lost what i found
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rene
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The accolades usually come when you're dead or too old to get a job.
August 11, 2010 at 12:44 AM
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