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Aug 2012
Why haven't we ******?
Guess it's just my luck.
Never taking what I think is handed to me.
Too deaf to hear too blind to see.
Caution my play pin I like to say put.
We will never know till we know.
Can't stop on red always on the go.
Maybe not so fast.
Maybe I'll come in last.
Chasing the burning sting that is too corny to say.
Found it in a barn.
Who would have guessed it'd farm?
Used to have eyes bigger then it's space.
They'll never understand why he was sent away with a case.
Walked away to jump into the same pile of burning hay.
Was he lost or found?
Did he make it safe and sound?
Was the case alright?
Did anyone cry that night?
Now his body donated to the naughty will finally get what it wanted.  

Casual ***, not so perplex, never has to be a next, or an ex, just ***.
Because that's what it's about. Get over it.
Wuji
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