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Is this the first day of your life?
The sun's become mad
    he pours his poisonous rays
Through your crooked window slits
Did you like it down there in oubliette?
    the way the wet dirt plastered 
    onto your sallow skin
You're not going to like it any better here-
The hours crawl
Like a thick slug 
    up a league of vertical wall
The sultry heat 
    will make your idle body wail
Your begat from hell
But was it any better at home?
Posted: 2007-05-24 22:07:09 UTC

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