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A poem scribbled on the back of a truck in China, apparently written by the trucker. Translation by me
I love eating lamb kebab,
and I can judge from its texture
the age of the lamb.
This lamb today is
about as old as I am,
both full of youthful vigor
to be slaughtered at will.
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me leaving my 9-5 job which barely covers my bills just to see silver the hedgehog throw my car at sonic and miss
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