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In My Books
By Paul Cameron Brown
The way I figure it, a number of people are
out of control at any given time ...
gin rummy & hockey notwithstanding.
Mickey bottles and varicose veins
are sure signs of indulgence
as are, proof-positive, speed-traps &
roll your own Black Cat.
Sure 'nuff, even Sunday driving stands
at the motor edge of frenzy while
Mom's apple pie is little more than just peaches & cream
home baked greed.
Take stock car racing or the trots, Little Orphan Annie
Comics or Budweiser. Vice, like charity, starts at home.
Each curtails a larger problem and self worship
begins the moment your zipper opens.
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