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Sep 19
Don't bother mom
When leaving the store
In little Blurrys arrival outdoors

Blurry puddle of mudd

The heat of the blender rises
Up from my blustered feet
The Irish Georgia 5th has a pain
The ceilings compassion
Ecclesiastical grace
Foot immersion isn't going well for congress
Trench Foot training since a boy
It teaches soils residence who's home


You could count on five obstructions losing constitution in a process of debate or write an executive branch any minute minute of the day.

I've bombed hills on a few different lengths
Still can't peel waffle off my feet

That's the Hague outside
These are poverty rights

I'm the new FBI target practice
To win you guys to end the Irish crime boss
Loves leaving Jenna
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kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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