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Jun 2016
My friends would spend our lunch hours snorting salt
But none of their sight turned into cobalt
So all is well
Everyone likes to point and yell
Over trivial matters
But we know to stay away from drugs
Make sure you take your shoes off before stepping on the rug
I don't want leaves and mud
All over my floor
What, you thought I wasn't going to be any more
Than I was?
Very funny, I could of fooled myself too
Peter Robert Hamilton
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Peter Robert Hamilton  21/M/Texas
(21/M/Texas)   
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