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Aug 2019
Cobain checked out
He didn't want to write the hit
Smells Like Has-Been Spirit
Bleach tore my ears out
Heart Shaped Box
Became a reality
Made of pewter
Holding my guitar picks
Young said Every ******
Is Like A Setting Sun
Though no one can touch Cobain's live
In The Pines          in the pines
Leadbelly would ****** another man
In his honour.
Irving MacPherson
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