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Sitting at Panera (by Po)
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My bra is hurting,
an old lady just took my food away.
Damn her.
Damn her to hell.
And damn my bra with her.
I see people eating like trees
oh, they are beautiful.
Especially the man with the pink crocs and
The purple polo and black short shorts.
He sexes me up to the heavens.
I love the little girl in pink with a basket of candy.
She cries "Mommy!"
Oh, Panera.
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