ocr: UPSTREA Poems 77 UE# - Sunday came, suddenly Oh/no, here comes my aunties. Have you gotten yourself a job? better put on my panties. Sure. Istill have some banks to rob. They've brought their empty frases. There is a dead man under your table. fnd their makeup Faces. Had to kill him. He was not stable. So how are VoUy and how 1s school? Hell; we have to 90. God bless. Uh, I decided to just take it cool, Yeah, and I'm sorry For all the mess. Where's your cat? Did it, run away? No, some friends killed it vesterday. (D 1991 Postoffice Poetry / Balance. How nice you've cut your hair, Yeah, the cop ...
