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Jan 2021
Hung out with a kid she said I was dope
Meanwhile her folks are preoccupied with the show
They all look past me and the eyes are on a wise one
In secret he gets his wisdom in sit downs with his son
His son said pops its been shown a billion times it’s not here but there and you can’t take anything with you and it’s childlike faith
Written by
jacob charles
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   Bogdan Dragos
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