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Sep 2012
Once the damage has been done
Only takes one to run
**** that gun son you musta been
Getting high cause it's begun

Irony is where I learned to see
Only one stunting my growth was me
Quit lingering on what could be
Get out of the third degree
Stock up on knowledge it's free
Until then I'm spending my time by the sea..
Written by
Teresa Grace
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   Terry Collett
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