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Apr 2015
Her hair unbrushed
Her walk so rushed
Her words crash
Her decisions rash
She is not game
For the boys find her insane
Ugly madness is her code
For if she was not shrouded by craze
One look and every boy would explode
Dead Lock
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Dead Lock
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   Cecil Miller, NV and Brian Payamps
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