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Burton L. Carlson
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My Name is Bob

I drink too much,
but not, I admit, enough water.
Alice drank tea
with a dormouse and a Mad Hatter.

Me, I drink beer,
if that is at all your concern,
but I don’t display
my butt crack or the fat of my belly.

I do respect the proprieties.
I am not a slob.

EncountersSuzi PeelApril 7, 2015
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