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Dec 2017
All eyes on her as she walks in,
Her clothes are tacky, so is the color of her skin,
Spray on tan that makes her golden,
volcanic laughter like she is explodin'.
Not sure why but you know her name,
dancing on the bar like she is insane.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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