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Jul 2022
Gone,

Left that's what I did.

No more cold heartless weather.

Down to where the Devil lost his Shiny Golden Fiddle.

Reckless behavior from a devil nonetheless, to a redneck who’s seen worse.

The clearest “Water” around, soaked with pineapples.

Thunderstorms that speak of the dark truths

Mama’s sweet angels fighting.

Military
Written by
Phoenix
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