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May 2013
you can't lose when there are booz,
unless you're tipsy and hella ditsy.
when yoou can't dance and your on you're old romance.
callin that man. ****'s hittin the fan.
why you a do that why don't you ***** that...
you're lookin dumm you can't have more ***.
girl you've just lost you're pride
if you go hurl I'll give you a ride.
time to go home and put you to bed,  
when you wake up you'll wish you were dead.
See you tommarow in the bed full of sarrow. ;[
Arrywill keepya smilin
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Arrywill keepya smilin  Medford Oregon,
(Medford Oregon,)   
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