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Thursday, February 15, 2007
the under belly of life
spit out my last words
I really think this is it
one more
shot of courage
one more shot at the lights
oh poppa
one
+++++++++more
SHOT GLASS
toast
one more glup
down the hatch
and I'll see if God
has
a
barstool for
me
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HOLLYWOOD JAY
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jay oh yes
Bay Area, CA, United States
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