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Aug 2013
I pass the trigger
Like I pass the bottle
Say what you mean
I pull full throttle
But get no where in neutral
I never love anyone
Like what seems to be in-fashion
crashin' this life all in one go
a huge loop I sew
My fingers to my hand.
How is that possible
You demand.
My mojo has left my pencil and now it's left this.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   JL, Chuck, ---, Nat Lipstadt and Sammi
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