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RULES by John West Sound like an East German phone turn and ask the shop guy if it was me, he waves me on smiling, I've paid those two women a mother and daughter perhaps with their sack of cakes I met them on the way up ten, fifteen minutes choosing both of them massive bellies and boobs drooping, wobbling now a parking ticket just a few inches over this morning on the phone to a real estate agent my eighteen year old son wants to rent I'll have to sign the lease if he leaves it early he or I'll pay the rent till they find someone else I left a flat dirty 25 years ago will that be remembered? he has bald tyres no car insurance he'll have ten dollars left each week I U-turn off fast in a 'No Turn' Zone. © John West « Home | Contributor Notes » |
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