Uncle Richard at my mother's funeral said "Nothing works," and sighed.
He wore jeans and left his shirt untucked to show his disrespect for death.
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Short hair, skinny, he smokes a rollie by a white van on the corner.
Looks at me, passing, calls me Jesus and everyone around him laughs.
His eyes are glassy, like the surface of a lake when snow is coming.
bruce's answer
My hair is long.
My beard is thick.
Your waxy cropped
head makes me sick.
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On the loo musing about Heaven, stones tickle my inner thigh hair.
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for rebeccah
Such poise, such quiet grace, just being round you made my manners better.
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Buy a razor! Look like everyone! That's real style! That will save the world!
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