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Strippers and Cocaine

I’m older than my biological father. I consumed Marijuana in liquid forms and smoked alcoholic beverages during years of the Prohibition just so that I could be flexible enough to tickle my tonsil with my toes. I wrote this poem with my eyelids using a flamingo-colored crayon. My mind is lost, and frankly, I kinda’ sorta’ don’t wanna’ find it.

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