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E.T.
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2003 Poetry EAT THIS
I saw you made faces behind my back,
you thought I didn’t see that.
You are always on the look out for me
To fall short, yet all the time you see
me standing; you curse and swear till
your gullet swell.
Well then, you can try and try but don’t
depend so much on luck to make me cry.
written 4/16/2003
