May 2015
With each new day
I read my horoscope
And i find
by the first line
there is no hope
cancer
No joke
as i light up my smoke
The future foretold
why not have a ****
I read my horoscope
And i find
by the first line
there is no hope
cancer
No joke
as i light up my smoke
The future foretold
why not have a ****
(Colorado)
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