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Jan 2022
Don’t redneck too Bigfoot now, &
Worker Sauce went coastal not postal.
Went on the natty dreadlocks again but
Guys, guys— praise Jah.
Ah! Ras.
Kinda demon, kinda ******.
A bit of a people do things—
Who knows—
Things happen—
It’s void anyway.
Bleeding Edge
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Bleeding Edge  The Woods
(The Woods)   
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