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Nov 2018
If I could do anything
I would be controlling clocks
And go right back to that mouldy box
With the broken locks
And the electrics off
Those days when I would sold me socks for cake and drops
Whist cooking rocks
***** this K detox
I feel like a baby fox
Thats I been ***** by all 3 bears and goldilocks
But day by day with my tool box andΒ theese building blocks
I'll build my very own fort knox
Il see the light shine when I stike theΒ Β fire from my matchbox
Listening to my old jukebox
Turtle Shellington
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Turtle Shellington  28/M/Manchester
(28/M/Manchester)   
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