Poetry

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albuquerque

written by: thatcherc

way back when i was just an itty bitty boy livin in a box under the stairs of the corner of the basement of the house half a block from jerry's bait shop, you know the place, well, anyway, back then life was goin swell and everything was just PEACHY! Except of course for the undeniable fact that every single morningmy mother would make me a big ol bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast. AHHHHHHH BIG BOWL OF SAUERCRAUT! EVERY SINGLE MORNING! It was drivin me crazy so i sai to my mom i said "hey mom, whats up with all the sauerkraut?" and my dear, sweet, mother just looked at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train, and she leans up right next to me and says, "ITS GOOD FOR YOU"



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