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Crocodile
Tears
Mary
ripped
off
the
bandage,
his
brain
tumor
was
visible,
the
treatments
had
made
him
worse,
she
made
a
blunt
From
a
grape
cigar
and
some
red
bud
Columbian,
Quick’s
mouth
watered
in
anticipation,
he
told
her
to
put
on
Tom
Petty
singing
about
dancing
the
last
time
with
Mary
Jane,
he
toked
hard
on
the
herb
he
dreamed
of
the
Louvre
and
Whistler’s
Mother
getting
out
of
her
rocking
chair
and
walking
like
an
Egyptian,
the
Thinker
bumping
fists
with
him
and
La
Gioconda
shedding
blue
purple
crocodile
tears.
By
Catfish
McDaris