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Aug 2015
i picked a pickle
from grampy's pickle jar.
I snippled a bushel of beer at the select town bar*
got into a mess with san diego blues.
After the train passed by
gramps cried
when the coppers held a horn and their sirens
went woopa dee doop.
Bill murray
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Bill murray  California
(California)   
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