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Mar 2015
I'm the erasure
frequent free sample taster
Eat a chicken dinner
found you in the bathroom face up,
They find me
holed up inside for the winter
like the termites in the wall,
My by-product is these splinters
Teenage mutant ninja turtles
throw another hurdle at me
I'll leave your jaw closed like a handful of bad taffy
Don't laugh at me,
I'm grapplin' this logic like a last dollar in my wallet,
I bought a ticket to hell,
but before I got there,
I lost it.
Written by
Kurt Schneider  M
(M)   
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   stΓ©phane noir
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