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Tuesday, February 6, 2018
One Scrambled Alter Ego Sandwich To Go
Y’know, dude,
You don’t have to
Put yourself out,
Always asking
What it is I want—
It’s plain as the egg
On your face—
I want you to be
A hard-boiled customer
Who knows exactly what
He wants—
that’s
your order—
Try sinking your teeth into that.
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