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The Outsiders
They're the in crowd, we're the other ones. It's a different kind of cloth that we're cut from. We let our colors show, where the numbers ain't. With the paint where there ain't supposed to be paint.
The Joint
The only joint my mother burned was on the rural route. She sparked in old man tater's woods so she wouldn't be found out. Turned off the dome light and snuck off by herself.
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