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Poem #16, bad on purpose
When times are tough,
And make you want to slough,
I focus on the pain,
Rein in the rain,
Duke it out with the Duke,
Tune into a remembrance of juke,
Smoke the Marlboro Man,
Imagine myself an ill-clad sultan,
Sing high praises to Amerika,
Imagine a young one named Angelica,

Out on the weekend, in the rain,
Her boots all muddy, her eyes a feign.
 
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