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He knew he needed it
after they tell him, "you canned" after she give him his bill after the wind blow his books away. He rise to the occasion and he ask, "what be there to do?" His vein will not open and the light always un-green. He open the window after the furnace blow his fever and his baby girl lie in a box and the water flow brown with her ashes. After he hear all the world at six and night fall in some suicide jump and morning break like his mind, He turn to Sesame Street. He watch a dirty muppet sing He watch a rhino wallow He learn to count in Spain He recite his ABC with a yellow bird. He knew he needed it.
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