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Jan 2015
I'm my own worst enemy
The village idiot is what my mom used to call me
I admit she was right
I beat myself up all day and night
I have bad luck trip over my own feet
Go crazy then act nice
I can't follow my own advice
I'm a genius idiot possess the IQ
Of a crash test dummy
Drink too much ***** then yell like a ******* rummy
The girls avoid me except when I go to the wonderful Philippines
I too fat for blue jeans
I wish I looked good like when I was skinny
I live alone in a empty field
Burning bridges faster than I can build
David W Clare
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David W Clare  Petaluma, USA
(Petaluma, USA)   
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   Ariel Baptista
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