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ODE FOR A BEAUTIFUL BRO
O! yer beautiful, bro with your beautiful bro hands blossoming into your beautiful bro handshake, knuckles first, o bro your eyes are like limpets, clinging to the remember when bellylaughs of television shows I will never see. Beautiful bro, you have the body of a renaissance soldier, itching to pose o bro you pretty scrap, trade your girlfriend for a stuffed divan and get real about the business of lying on things. Sweet sulky bro, turn your ballcap round. Learn, beautiful bro, the weight of its shadow. |