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Smack head

Deep fried 
she cried 

then bloat 
and float

A house 
stained blouse

clueless 
for stress,

To bed,
airhead!

"Forgot"!
you brought 

you phoned
you're stoned,

she’s slow 
cracked crow,

clears throat 
like goat, 

Nancy
can't see 

funky,
junky,

go back
sad sack

drink rum 
you bum, 

and then 
find men.

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