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Sep 2014
It be like,
what song are you
love,
****** doo,
play,
Farmville too,
gamble,
the whole day through.

What the fluck is wrong with you?

Ifya want a friend that goes on to the end
you've got a fiend in
Facebook.
facebook.the home for lost keys,broken hearts,screams and the last refuge of the silently ******,
dontya just love it.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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