Cross Your Eyes and Dot Your T’s

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Perfect to a “T” you come after me. You call me nothing but a “fool,”

But, you, my dear friend, will meet me in the end,

and then we will see who is cool.

You call your own sister, a “liar,” a “lunatic” ?

Well, what do you think they called me?

Oregon born, Bardass Poet, Bat-Shit Crazy Stand-Up Comedian, Entertaining Social Activist, Mamadadaist Artist of 8 kids, Weirdo Wonder Woman, Narc Researcher

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