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The Lady In The Bar Late At Work

I cannot move faster than this
I don't run like I cry
I take it to my son.
And he gets by none, no sir.

I have my breasts for this.
His life on mine.
You know I drink none of that.

Do not fret if you're the fifteenth, though.
Tonight sun, man, all is fun.
Be very slow motherfucker.
It's all too far, such sun.

Do not mind. Hush, silent lamp.
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