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Blue Tarp Special

Blue tarp special Cold and plastic Slapping and blowing Slap slap slap The hard bottom of the boat was not comfortable I wished I had kept my cozy pillow here But it was inside, safe Why had I not run for the house? Where hot chocolate was sitting next to a bag of marshmallows The rain was faster now, pelting the tarp Cold rain. I knew For there was a hole in the tarp at the top of the base of my neck maybe I could smell the dead catfish that was in this boat with me yesterday Dhramn. I wish I had run for the house!

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Date: 4/18/2019 4:57:00 PM
A painful rear and the smell of previously caught catfish...eeeeuuuuuuuwwwwwww! I'm runn'in too.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/18/2019 6:49:00 PM
I can smell it, and it is awful!

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