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Apr 2015
Here he comes
Red the ***.
Don't expect nothin
Leave him to the sun.

Folks try to fix him
And feel proud of their concern.
But how could they improve or stop him?
From rambling in his turn.

Red the ***,
Ugly Son
In LOVE with it all
But it must be unsung.

Don't build him up
Or he'll get re-undone
8D
Brujo Alligatore
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Brujo Alligatore  EW,NH
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