wide for my mirror my
rear view mirror
on my way home we
drive past mcd
onald's they're
chewing on some
thing or
drooling and they take a
right now they're
gone
later on ci
cero a boy wearing
glasses he
crosses the
street with his nose in a
book thick
er than chicago's
white pages--what is
he reading? he's
smarter than me
see smarter than
me and may
be so is the
fat girl
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