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Words use one way.
Can make you HAPPY.
Used another way.
They can make you SAD
Than words can be used.
To express HATE.
A little HitchhikingBot.
Met his end.
Just 300 miles.
Into our nation.
The United States.
His only sin.
He had on a piece.
Of tape.
The words;
'Frisco or Bust.'
Well it seems.
He got his 'BUST'.
Not FRISCO.
~ Ricardo
 
 
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MillRatUSMC aka Ricardo

I served 10 years in the United States Marine Corps Followed by working 30 years in a steelmill of Northwest Indiana I'm now living in Altoona or is is it Al Tuna, PA

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