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BOLO: THE FUGITIVE FLOWER

The Land of Milk and Honey is now the Land of Money. -Bob Dylan
THE FUGITIVE FLOWER
BOLO:  Be On The Look Out
LAST SEEN heading South possibly in a blacked out jacked up 2017 Ford F-250 after passing out hundred dollar bills like penny candy at local homeless shelters and community centers.  Suspect FLOWER'S is wanted for causing a sixteen mile traffic standstill after lifting the lid on one of the giant two blue igloo coolers and letting brand new hundred dollar bills blow out for a file mile streak along Interstate 90.  Portions of the interstate were closed for three days removing abandoned vehicles.  Authorities haven't identified a particular statute to charge SUSPECT FLOWER'S with but he's believed to in a "lot of trouble."
See The Fugitive Flower by Mark Anthony Given



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I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
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I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
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I don't do drugs. I am drugs.  -Salvador Dali
Destroy what destroys you.
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Oh listen you men, I don't mean no harm If you wanna do good, you better stay off old Parchman Farm We got to work in the mornin', just at dawn of day Just at the settin' of the sun, that's when the work is done Bukka White, "Parchman Farm Blues" ________________________________________________
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The axe forgets but the tree remembers. -African proverb ___________________________________________

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The martyr cannot be dishonored. Every lash inflicted is a tongue of fame;  Every prison a more illustrious abode.  -Ralph Waldo Emerson _______________________________________________
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