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May 2015
Simply started with a little smoke,
then it grew into the daily ****.
Now every weekend lines of coke,
you’re addicted and it aint no joke.


So do your dust if you must,
just because of empty lust.
Around your nose it is a bust,
two rings of white snow crust.


Make a change put a plan in place,  
if you don’t you’ll fall from grace.
On the floor flat on your face,
what a waste, such a disgrace.
WARNER BAXTER
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WARNER BAXTER  Arizona
(Arizona)   
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   Keva Minus and Rapunzoll
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