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Jan 4
Licking *****
Is. O course
The job you have signed into
When  it goes  to  
The thing that thing
Doth damage the plate we know
That stamps the truth
How doth thou it do
And then contemplate into
What We all die alone
That seems where we came in here.
Written by
Jimmy silker
38
   Roger
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