what a fucking joke. fuck that patterns bullshit. they cut like half my poem. and in the middle of a stanza. fuck them. i'm gonna write them a letter saying that too
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Drunk blackout nights rock. Happy birthday! We have to party soon...I turn 21 June 26th, and it's going to be sick. I might have the party at this badass piano and martini bar in Kalamazoo (I'm moving there). If not it will probably be in P-town/Sarnia. Get a hold of me sometime man.
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-Bobbo
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That's what "ross and rob dragged me out to the car, put me in it" made me think of.
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