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Day 8: poetry.

Six hours after I had talked
to a police officer in a thin winter
slush, about who burgled the place,
made off with a $200 tv, new, and
70 dvds, which didnt cost as much
money as they did time,
there was a judge executed in Tucson,
and a nine-year-old girl, new still,
and a congresswoman with the day off
caught a bullet in the head. I heard that
she is still alive, her skull split open
under a doctor’s light, which doesnt
cost as much money as it does time.

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