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Monday, March 11, 2013
Improv "The preachers eat out"
"We're not hungry for our kind."
laughs the old man in the red worn booth.
He nudges the man
with the Zac Brown beard
and points at the man across
the Dennys,
"but we'll take him
with a side of potato salad."
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