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Oct 2020
I have no wheels, I have no plan, I have no deals, and no demands.
Just a thought, perhaps a guess, perhaps I ought, to make a mess
Just getting high, on what I’ve got, just getting by, on what I’ve sought.
Written by
Jamison Bell
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   Bardo
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