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Sep 2014
Forgetful they call me,a man of few words
Let me be, and forever open doors
Open your soul, open your mind
Travel in your mold,and leave your troubles behind
Lossen up, and be free
Loose the red solo cup, and get a hold of this rolled-up tree
Loose the stress, Let me be your preacher
Take the express, and find your inner creature
Alfredo Prado
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Alfredo Prado  Mason, OH
(Mason, OH)   
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   ---, amrutha and Charu Mehta
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