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Monday, March 11, 2013
Overheard Outside Burger King
Could you spare a quarter of your sterile life?
A grain of salt from your pillared wife?
Could I work for one smile of your arctic face?
Or a whiff of warmth from some mythic grace?
Anything'd help: a hat of yam,
a loaf of luck, a shoe of jam,
your skull encased in a wooden cask.
Please help. God bless. I'm shrinking fast.
Clog off, odd wad. Go melt in hell.
I'm busy in my diving bell.