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Apr 2015
A six pack of Guinness to help me be whole again,
But once I sober up, I'll just be a lost soul again,
Few women in my heart, and none within my sight
And they'll be going out so we'll all get ****** tonight
As for me ya see, I'll just drink myself silly
For I must **** these brain cells, before they **** me
Illumination Workshop
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Illumination Workshop  Wareham
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