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Jan 2019
One two steps are taken
Two feet below my bed
Three four buttons are plugged
Four minutes as my uniform got together
Five six kisses blown
Six times gently on my cheek
Seven eight litres are filled
Eight bucks for some gas
Nine ten rounds are loaded
Ten seconds before i am perished away
Along with guts from my chest
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   Fawn
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