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Mar 2022
Throw my fist at the ground but the ground does not give,
I said come with me now and let’s learn how to live.
God struck me once yeah She showed me the end,
But the fool that I am I screamed show me again.
We’ll Shed our old skin
Become Fresh and New.
Johnny Dust
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   Kelly and William J Donovan
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