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Breakfast Burrito


Mom said, "behave." I lied, "I will." I had some good fun, but can't recall it all. I remember two circles, And some aluminium canisters. A small glass tilted back, Hit me hard like a mother fucker Woke up on a van floor, Tried to recall it all I can't. It's great. I ate a breakfast burrito.
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