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For my Maritimers.

We've got bagpipes and buskers, cannons, and clip. Lots of marijuana, and tons of tall ships. Plenty of seafood, and point pleasent park. It looks pretty lame, until the streets become dark. Weve got the Citadel hill, and pavilion kids. lockups, and lockdown. All things that we did. Plenty of days, where we fell on our ass , smokin dope in the glade, and layin on grass. With colt 45, and 151. Alexander keiths, and malibou rum. Weve all jumped a fence, and swam chocolate lake. No other province could handle the risks that we take. Cause were crazy,obviously, were maritimers. Dartmouth, and spryfeild.. Hell, our schools are the worst. But its halifax, Nova scotia. We do it our way. Live like the east coast, Cause i do everyday.
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