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Jul 2019
The Good Lord shined his light on my face
And told me that only the good die young
So I am going to take it easy on you and will  
Bestow unto thee all these beautiful drugs  
So you don't have to **** those that aren't young.


And I said unto The Lord
Can you please stop shining  that light in my eyes.
Irving MacPherson
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