i'm out
of money, bone
dry. just
lint comes
out of my
pocket when
i reach in to
give you
a coin or bill,
or some token
of value.
sorry. but
now you have to
get a job too.
i know, i know.
it's a cruel
world, but
i can't keep
this up
much longer.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
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