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2002-03-12 - 1:05 p.m. the chairman gets up from his desk and his leather chair sits waiting for the return of the precious ass that it once cupped so dear he walks slowly down the hall to the bathroom unzips his fly pisses away his happiness, sorrows, dreams, wife, children, parents, picnics, saturdays, birthdays pulls the gun out of his breast pocket the blood flies into the urinals and sinks only to be flushed away with all of the saturdays and birthdays and the leather chair will never know happiness again.
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