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Jun 2015
Years ago I met someone
Who asked another for a ***
At first I thought he was so far gone
That he wanted someone in drag
I knew he was from out of town
By the way he walked and talked
I bit my tongue, eyes to the ground
Was careful where I walked
Soon found out the day we met,
He was just asking for a cigarette
This piece has nothing to do with what is in the media, this is same words for different things...
Samantha DeWitt
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Samantha DeWitt  Washington State
(Washington State)   
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   LB Parker
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