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Aug 2016
Go ahead and plant
your flag into my back
Giddyup the chains
dangling from my neck
Archaic cannibals
fist fight over other's flesh
as long as the local mystic
nutritionist gives the consent
So grab your blackjack and
swing as hard as you ******* can,
you neanderthal scallywag
It's best to behave on behalf
of the priest's commands isn't it
Blackjack/Priest = The club used to **** a game fish
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   S M, KathleenAMaloney and acacia
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