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Aug 2015
He Bet on the alpha bet,
crashed out his presidents in alphabetical order
What a win of Doe
Cashed money with the feds, you know?
Who raced to fast but way to slow?
you bought what you thought he was,
moving from hearts shinny gold, An Open sky
With nothing to buy
but the wind.
DEREK RODARTE
Written by
DEREK RODARTE  LA
(LA)   
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   RW Dennen and Realeboga M
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