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Apr 25
if they make one its me
its been about getting it doored
be alieve cold compasses it in't the bark
its the castle and the ark
takes is open the slips slurs rid m
mid riddle blow brit, tape bail

nested in outer space
next send confirm, too blacked
on less schell over macked

mighty times a chronicle, and kicked up
heels like my girls the old real?
take it back, one spota hurt again and always
refresher'd
sports deskwork

thatta lotta bout boy he go away, today not to play
nested in outer space
next send confirm, too blacked
on big shelves of bookin

no no tickets aint truths
meters at quarters all lines
holding tongues ten dollar signs with me

bring you up like lets talk to pops of jiffy
he a lawn darts star appointe

givin it up with the throats
came up crawlin
let my clappers recognize he the barter
since aint saints, voodoo the kid kev, irish your dead blessed

after the say once ya dontchya forget, im built by a battle bought

distract space and discover wind
bring my track down unlock my polished pens

tolds about when in time i place a shackle
rolled around a couple dames thems
and rims for rubber plate you cant shake
ten towns of girls feed em
two blast of ice all delivery

takes of finding, federally lost procured *****
*****'s an old game without lots of italy
mean an i aggress
checks wont collapse, that's papers kept
Written by
kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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