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Dec 2019
Moreover, I chose to be sober to get a little taste of home, what did I miss?, I'm starving, pass the jargin, it's the same.. I guess tradition is to blame, it's infamous but famous can you blame us?, we're superstars!, though priceless we were lifeless, I examined the nicest in a crisis, it's likely that he was the wisest with the widest mind and with the Midas touch, no wonder his heart was gold, when I'm around him, I never fold, I open up, it ain't luck, it's meant to be that we can trump our enemies..not using politics but policies, we operate in polished fashion now the nation wants us guiding them with everlasting flashing, they tend to ask me how to heal, I simply say "whatever happens happens", you know the lessons from our young years, use it throughout the years, we have our get togethers, classic barbecues, classic uncles, classic cousins, it's classic cause we clash views, I refuse!, if only the food-was just a little less stressed, I feel our sauce would prove to be the best, I love y'all, kiss the ones I couldn't see, just a little touch of love, don't overeat.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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