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It's Monday morning, Bridget has woken up with a headache, a hangover and her boss.
 Jurassic
Mark
SCORE: 2
 Stars
Son of Gulf (the third installment of "Gulf War" poetry by Jurassic Mark).
Feed him thy bread,
He will be dead.
So says the burning Bush.
Our hope is the Duck.
But the Duck is stuck.
Father unto son,
"The Duck is the Duck. He must become unstuck."
Son unto Father,
"You created the mess,
it's time to confess."
"Man who bears my name,
Do not put me to shame."
The desert is our resting place.
So says the burning Bush.
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