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Jan 2010
I'll play the killer,
And you'll play the *****
We're all set on liquor.
Is that someone at the door?

He wants what's not his,
And she's just a drunken mess
Here we go, Earth Mother.
Let's put these flops to the test.

It's all part of the game.
There will be tears and ***** by the time that we're done.
It's a good thing we're both insane.
And in the end, we'll count our chips and we'll see who won.
Brent Reichenberger
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Brent Reichenberger
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