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Well, this is a poem I wrote about the people who call the grocery store Bi-Lo, Bi-Los. I never could fathom why they did this. Just stupidity I guess. If you're not from southern USA you might not get this poem. Actually, you might be from there and still not get it. I dont care, it's just good clean fun to me, as usual.

The Darkness Called My Life

or "You Dont Call Ingle's, Ingle, do you?"

It cuts me right to the bone
To hear what they say
But to them it makes no difference
They say it everyday
Someday I'll get them back
Something I'll make them pay
For saying Bi-Lo plural
Like Bi-Los
It's wrong, wrong, wrong, I say.

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