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daytime

day was a rasher of bacon
sizzling in too hot a skillet

judge said -- thirty days
next case

I was a greasy spot --
a turd on the tarmac

I felt like ashes.

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"I felt like ashes."

Immortal line, Victor!

~A

Gets to be like that sometimes.

Thanks, Anna.

V

"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

Unknown (at least to me)

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I agree with Anna... very deep!

always, cat

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the essense of ash

hence i never worried
about any rash

ur the ashes we all adore

some need you now

some shall later
that's for sure

loved

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