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Nov 2019
He was good for a while.
Until he got locked up.
Now in your eyes he the worst of many guys.

But you knew his trade.
How do you think you got many materialistic things?

You knew it was a matter of time before he captured.
Even he knew it was sooner or later.
Now you upset because you must raise his baby.

And there will be no money coming in.
But he was good while out.
Until he got locked up.
He sowed you the town.

Brought you name brand clothes.
Until he got locked up.
Be not mad.
Cause in a way it kinda sad.
But eventually, we see this all again.

Yes, eventually.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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