Dumpey?

J

JUNEY

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I didn't see you yesterday at the special Thanksgiving day dumpster. I missed you and remembered so fondly what we did last year with that half rotten turkey baster you found in the trash behind the Fred Meyer. Where were you? I have some leftover cranberries that are screaming your name in the dumpster of love.
 
I could use another dose of demented, putrid poetry.

Perhaps WD has been set up? "I was framed. I was never Dumpy, although I like his scribblings."