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chose poison wisely
what you put in the body
what you allow in the mind
labeling pysician micro mind
drains the will out of living
and even dying becomes redundant
Mr p. doc. cash box plenty
insruance and foot ball
taxing his dollers away
I have no sympathy
for such devils
to the pits with them
and their mediocre dreams
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