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Josh Picard May 2012
The summer breeze blows through my beard,
Some people may think, it's kind of weird.
Alas, I don't care, as I whip my hair.
Let's go get some bbq and get busy.
Josh Picard May 2012
Every day, it just seems like you and I,
Will break down inside, if you want.
Sometimes, it feels like we're going to.
The pain inside, it feels like a stab.
I can't run away from you.
That's why you're a *****.
Josh Picard May 2012
Walking by the McDonalds
Licking an ice cream cone
It's vanilla
Like his skin
There's a creeper behind him
Wearing some shades
Probably wants the kid
He has ice cream too
But NO, Ryan says
He's holding kid's hand
Wearing some sandals.
Josh Picard Aug 2013
Guys this really *****
I think I am dying here
It's hard to breath and

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