Thirty licks with a belt; same old tricks on myself. And I wonder: does everyone else live this way? A succession of tests, a triumphant success. Each time, I'm still in-tact at the end of the day. Thirty drops in a glass, keep my temper and pass with my breath held. You bastards, you lucked out again! It's not really so bad. There’s still mom,
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