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Nov 2013
Musical Chairs:
Worst than someone pulling you down a ladder.
Worst than not having a liver toΒ filter your bladder.

The enemy of enemies is your lover when night falls begins.
Wash away all that is not true in the morning forget your sins.

Toast to highest and dash past the library with less knowledge.
Tip the stripper as she dance and wish to get your ***** polished.

The last to sit down will stand forever lost in a typhoon.
Keep turning a blind eye to the obvious life will past by soon
Fred Kinard
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Fred Kinard
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