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Jan 15
Come on
Let's go
We've got their gold and bronze
Come on
Slow poke
I'll race you to the dawn

Before
They know
What hit them we'll be gone
Ghost town
Who knows
No one around to con

Little
Riddles
Run rings around your arms
Pretty
Cities
Can't see them when they charm

After
Laughter
I'll give your folks a call
Say we
Stay the
Night and day if they want

I'm shot
You're shot
God stop this ****** song
We're caught
Like sod
Seeping right through their lawn

Will you
**** two
Birds with one hanging on
Come on
Slow poke
No one around to con
Onnn
Excerpt from the album Number Two Son (2024).
Peter Rogers
Written by
Peter Rogers  28/Music City
(28/Music City)   
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   Justin S Wampler
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