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Pumpkin

A little slice of the pie I try to consume but I throw it up every time. Bulimic the scenic route I take. No mistake I meant to regurgitate. Choking down lies, smiling like it taste great. Get another helping of the American pie plate. Washed down with whiskey, strong and brown like the strong and brown brothers that scalped heads and used skins for covers. Good morning, America! Ignore the hysteria. Pay attention to the sensations on the surface area Cap'n crunch is more important Captains getting crunched in a 13 year war we started off a hunch. If you pay attention to the news notice they ignore the trues like the flammable water coming from your hose or the fact you can't afford your children's clothes We're buying apps and devices for $1200,maybe, instead of $20 to buy a real ukelele You see, we pay companies to do things because we're conditioned to be to lazy when DIY was the real American dream.
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timothy-brown
27 / M / English
Published
Jun 27, 2013
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© June 27th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.

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