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We have a new
story from the
old glory, reciting
scenes from
The PICKLE JAR,
the place we all
describe as past
adventures in
substances unlikely
to enhance your
health, admittedly
great wealth
has been summoned
to pay the piper
for the debauchery
of such things,
and there is always
one guy who fondly
recalls all
of the drooling
blathering idiots
that make up
long lost nights,
mostly embellished
and recalled with
a flourish, they
portray the poor
subject as a
hopeless fool,
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wasted beyond
doubt, always
without a saving
grace, stumbling
tumbling,
so naturally
the point of
the story is always
the OTHER guy,
never the TELLER,
HA HA,you see,
that is the beauty,
the duty of the
TART FART
is to remind
us how far
we have come,
without strangling
those smarty
pants
who love to
prance in
perfection
while the
rest of us
slide in the
other direction!
©J.W.WINSLOW 2/1/12
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