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Sep 2020
It's just a click or two to exit
once you've been done in
when in the jaws do you
cast your blood in hope

thin asks in as a paint
over hungers and needs
prevalent enough now
to be expected fabrications

of foursomes of get togethers hot
and not approved or understood
in that sense in that stupid overlay
you represent upon your very odor

smell that what is that i know that
smell that's that's that's mom
that's home that's dad and mom
workin' and bein' and ruttin' here
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
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   G Alan Johnson
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