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The closet was stifling. I was beginning to get claustrophobic. Trapped in a box with no voice. A mimes nightmare come to fruition. Skeletons in the closet. Playing their rib cages like a xylophone. Sitting on an old suitcase that smells like grandpas house. I want to be one with the village people. I was living in a famine. its a dog eat dog world and Im wearing bacon pants. I was living in a drought. I can see clearly now. ITS RAINING MEN! -Poem by David Carriere
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 18:23:29 +0000

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