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Sep 2022
At first we headed west
But we weren’t that impressed
So we decided to go east
But we wound up in the streets
So we ended up down south
In a town I can’t pronounce
Standing in a field of shredded wheat
Jason Paul Klenetsky
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Jason Paul Klenetsky  50/M/Florida
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