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March 28, 2010

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PDXFirefly

Wow! What a profound commentary on the way it really is! Only I never thought about it in those direct terms of 'supply and demand' that you present.

mjb

On the street he spied my face I heard him hail
In our plot of frozen space he told his tale
Poor man, he showed his hand
So righteous was his need
And me so wise I bought his prize
For chicken feed

Newfound cash soon begs to smash a state of mind
Close inspection fast revealed his favorite kind
Poor kid, he overdid
Embraced the spreading haze
And while he sighed his body died
In fifteen ways

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