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Jan 2014
I woke up in the garbage and my head was in a whirl.
I smelled a little fishy so I knew I met a girl.

My shirt was pretty tattered so she must have been a catch.
The chicks I like to go for always tend to bite and scratch.
Aidan Corr Olsen (c) 2014
Aodhán Corr
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Aodhán Corr  Boston
(Boston)   
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