Chocolate Bar: The Return
Ever eat a chocolate bar while taking a dump? It feels strange, the exchange, coming outta the rump. A bizarre, …
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Chocolate Bar: Redux
Again I find myself in the parking lot. I feel a southern growth of choc-a-lot. An alarm goes off on …
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Chocolate Bar
While I’m waiting by the car. I’m scoffing down a chocolate bar. Above me flies a sneaky bird. On me …
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