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Oct 2018
My Lucille,
Shanana you don't.
My Lucille,
Down on the street of Bealie,
Shanana you don't.
Please conceal
What is real
From me
And I'll talk to you over lunch
Tomorrow.
My Lucille,
Shanana you don't.
S
Written by
Charles Sturies
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