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Jun 2012
I’m ‘boutta ride to the city of New York.
Spottin’ the Big Apple is chillin’.
When I get there I’ll see my folk
And ask them how they all livin’.
They’ll surely tell me they are ****** ok
So I’ll grab my gear and move my way.

27.12.2002
Timmy Shanti
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Timmy Shanti  39/M/Sol III
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