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Jun 7
Wilds that reel her
You an unfinished brush stroke

Out of poor genius
She can't lose, brotha

Quests of can vast cremate
Does dissed pawn
Strike his match

Mo betta butterfly?
Quaint drips olives panting breath
Zoe

Kendall you gonna get peeled up hears

I know about your problems with the troubles Anthony, I keep writing I can't stop now ***** roots got a weak heart

Bb king baby girl a momma! Since why?

Jared I came out of a military hospital in Texas in '81
Been in California ever since
My mom's came from New York
After grandma took a boat from Ireland

It'll be alright, she's moldable, we got her now, that was allied command

This is Irish poetry

Give us of this day
That our daily breads
Shant find your wrinkled rear
In a loft in heaven

The keepers of the ghost
Amen

Connacht repent
Connacht relent
Written by
kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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