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Too much satirical writ invites mischief, and many conflicts.
Big troubles. You have a Grim Reaper with a curved scythe.
Knock knock. Who there. Who dunce? Get, and whoa. Sram.
'Um tapped notes on my door. Stick tape had pubic hairs?
I don't know? The judges gave me a Restraint Order. Yup.
NO GO TO BANK ANYMORE IN THE PA COMMONWEALTHS.
S.S. I like to read without scrolling, who is the commenter?
I followed your every word. I agree. A non-Veteran rehabs.
The VA has brain jarred victims from the horrible warfare.
Sad. Skulls are knife-marked. Scars from brain surgeries.
I tried to help a demented Iraq vet up. He fell. O Dropped.
He was Down! Down is a living causality. In a VA hallway.
I tried to help him back on his feet. Irrational. O PTSD?
The brain damaged, former Military Police wished this:
The sad Veteran wanted to be healed to return to Iraq!
WHAT? War Wounds. Wishing to save fellow comrades.
Listen to the war wounded. You may no agree. Listen.
They have something to say:`There is NO language.
Susan Sunflower. Plant the garden, and tend beauty.
Candide made sweet sugar coated plums for cranks.
Complaints followed. Times, same. Wastrel luxury.
