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Mi Casa, No Pasa

Breanna, Breanna got read her Miranda, that cheeky wee gas station clerk. She’s not putting up with the woke propaganda of not apprehending the perps. When he broke a jar of some spicy hot salsa, she knew that it was time for work. So she grabbed her handgun, yelled, “Not in my casa!” and put two rounds into that jerk.
---------- Loosely based on a story in today's news about a gas station clerk named Breanna Miranda, who shot a man after they got in a verbal altercation and he threw a jar of salsa to the ground.

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Date: 11/22/2022 9:51:00 AM
Interesting. I like how you take current news stories and turn them into poems, Jeff. Very clever!
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