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19h
in the guilt of the release
your cots running overflow
tikking talking its almost summer
about the time they give cher if's
promised to love the line, checks running red
under blacked, top decked
bottom quarter up my sleeves
splittin sides of angles, fractures of oh he can
synaptic relegated, giga he ha hi, thata bouta hold down
lips droopy loopy, grizzled elda, sprout to the forrest
thats peckin woods, irish no lovas left
ed open up and cut the mouth off mommas castle now

sums of times, 30 ways threw with the senate
up over the polished, british desk agent
back lifting the ship of my scholars at west point
Written by
kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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