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Nov 2015
48Hours defined our time alone,     on a all time high we rythem to the blues of our everlasting song, we leave behind our families a we take off threw the breeze, the leather interial of your caddy messages my smooth mahongony skin, for the day light has come and we will soon be taking another dosage of this drug again.
Tracy rex
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