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Apr 19
informate: David. My moth- er Works So hard So hard and for bread she needs some lard She bakes the bread. And makes the bed. And when she’s threw she Feels she’s dayd D a v i d Childhood poem by David Foster Wallace Text via Slate, Image via WriteByNight

informate:

David. My moth-
er Works So hard
So hard and for bread she needs some lard
She bakes the bread. And makes
the bed. And when she’s
threw she Feels she’s dayd

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a
v
i
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Childhood poem by David Foster Wallace

Text via Slate, Image via WriteByNight
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