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Jan 2020
They call me patches;
I have patches all over me.
On my arm, on my leg,
and on my forehead, you see.

Yes, they call me patches;
I have them from head to toe.
On my back, and my chest,
and any bare spot, they go.

Yes, they call me patches;
I'm covered from north to south
but, I still
have a cigarette in my mouth.
Written by
Nathan A Brock  34/M/Behind you
(34/M/Behind you)   
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