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grand marquis

Don’t step on a crack, they all teased...

Scratched it ‘til the damn thing bled,
        All while neckless from Aunt Mildred
    Rapidly rapping me on the head,
A contorted wickedness jacking the front seat
      Of her bong-green Grand Marquis—

      Don’t step on a crack, they all teased,
Or you’ll break your momma’s back!
    So I did, but wished ‘em on my aunt instead.
        Seems they were wrong: her spine’s pristine,
And I’ve one helluva scar on my knee.


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