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30 painful pennies, 3rd degree burns. 60 purified pennies, My stomach turns. 90 priority pennies, I begin to learn. 180 prestigious pennies, For one more I do yearn. 270 precious pennies, Hidden in the ferns. If granted a replied reprieve, The worm cocoons and weaves it loom. Born a sinner, die a heathen. Rough carpet…
We start drinking because we are not old enough to drink and we know that. Shoe polish liquor is all we can get our adolescent hands on and it runs like lava down our throats, provoking unexpected tears and unknown words to slip from between our discontent lips. We start drinking because it’s in the…
Gabriel Glasgow 