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Feb 2014
Get off my porch,
it's mine.
It was mine when I got here,
It is mine when I go to work,
It is mine when I go to the movies,
It is mine when I go to the liquor store.
When I stumble into the house after a long night of promiscuity,
It's mine.
When I shoot a man in the head, and place my hands on his ****** corpse,
It's mine.
You can have it when I'm gone, though.
Written by
Douglas Beights
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