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As a promise to her unborn child she gave up Lent for Lent She gave up snowstorms in the Gulf of Mexico She gave up palm oil even though she preferred it though Preferred it on her milk Preferred it on the dust cover of the Bob Dylan record she will never listen to Because she does not care for Jews As a promise to former teachers who have recently started sharing racist propaganda on Facebook He jumped into a hole of self-doubt And did not emerge Not even for dinner He kept rice in his contacts Chrome in his undercrackers All for insane purposes At least, to the glasscutters All for insane purposes At least, to the bog lurkers All for insane purposes He tried to get up but the hour was in error The hour was in error The hour was in error He tried to get up but the hour was in error The hour was in error As forever it was He tried to get up but the hour was in error The hour was in error The hour was in error He tried to get up but the hour was in error The hour was in error As forever it was