AND THE HALF AND HALF
CONTAINER SWEATS
I'm living this 3D action, but
I don't know how or why. To
think that I'd be famous, and
rich, by now, a wheezing old
dotard in a comfortable old
age, yes, that was one a dream
of mine. But - no - too much
intensity for all that crap, I let
the time go pass me by. Nothing
left but containers and boxes.
Nothing but letters and fetters
and confabulations left. I guess
I tried out but never passed
the test? And the half and
half container sweats...
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