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Matt London
This blanket used to have form.
It could walk into a restaurant,
and the waiter would snap out a table for it
just like that.
It cursed like a sailor, said he was its bride.
Nobody cared about its manners, they just
let it be… let it be cool.
One story goes like this
(and this is from at least 2 different sources):
it owned a fast car, something red –
cops would never dream of pulling it over.
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