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Apr 2018
Water gun full of tequila
another filled with lime,
bug shooter full of salt,
open your mouth it'll be fine.

No need to think,
let's all have a drink,
its a party after all,
let's all have a ball.

Shooting out drinks,
talking and mingling,
my face went numb,
and my hands are tingling.

No need to think,
let's all have a drink,
its a party after all,
let's all have a ball.

Active shooters come round again,
victims with mouths open wide,
the night goes on they begin to fall,
see them on the day's other side.

No need to think,
let's all have a drink,
its a party after all,
let's all have a ball.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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   Lawrence Hall
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