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Hood rat rv missionary dealing hypnotic parachute parades from glory date menu cost with cpa cps dreams

Shackles and prison butlers

Zoe we seen you in the dust bowl limo

Joe bonamassa mumbling word

There was a time in my mind folks
A girl brought her child by
Asked me to help raise something
I raise my sunlight
Found my words and escorted myself in shackles across that jurisdiction line
Written by
kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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