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Monday, May 13, 2002

Beatnik Joe Little, Black, and

Beatnik Joe
Little, Black, and Round
Heaven, Dark Roast, Ground
You kiss my lips and
Touch my Heart in ways most profound

Whether bitter, thick like mud,
With crappy, floaty crud,
Or smooth and regal nectar,
That lingers as my master

Your end becomes my means
To not succumb to
Murderous temptation
Each morning
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