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p. 1
*****
The Friday night I lost my mind
I hired a secretary to do my dirty work
and laid out plans for a presidential library
in my name
*****
You'd trade it all in right now
if you could just find a pencil sharpener.
*****
1992 was a vintage year.
*****
With my right hand on the Bible
And my left clutching my beer
I swore to something last night
Damned if I can remember what it was
*****
12:32 a.m.
There's no place open this late
that sells index cards
Not in this town
*****
Dearest housemate,
I borrowed about 7 beers
I'll do the dishes next Tuesday in return, Mom
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