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Sep 2014
When you get right down to it,
your foxhole brotha is all you've got,
candy *****,
not.
So listen up,
when those unfiendlies trip the wire,
I want Mr. T in my position,
we'll light 'em up,
take 'em down,
make them
meet their maker.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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