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Feb 2013
When Im on the little blue,
Its stupid to get close with you,
All I want
Is something new.

It's the prescribed predestined paranoia pill.
"I can't focus"
"here take your fill"
Addictions just another refill.

The truck driver focus
In my tricycle body
Is just a big greased blue shelled scam
And we call it 60 miligrams
Written by
James Brian Ker  Nashville, TN
(Nashville, TN)   
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