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For Budd, Brian, Trotter

Writer: Tony Brennan
Tony Brennan
Dec 14, 2025
1 min read

While staring in the dark

I saw clear into my soul

And it was bright

With peace and joy


And then some asshole

Turned the lights on

 
 
 

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