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Sep 2014
I had a silver dollar,
I lost it to the breeze.
I don't mind,
It didn't help me to breath.
You always say recover,
always say you will,
anarchy won't set you free,
but i am through rehearsing
all these lines i've been prescribed
to find success.
I am through rehearsing.
I am through.

Oxygen,
you take for granted.
Mr. high end man,
you're all alone.
Mr. nobody's home,
cut the ****.
words fer a song: https://soundcloud.com/birdsinflight-1/missed-connections-bobkatz-demo
Will Jolly
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Will Jolly  Wilmington, DE
(Wilmington, DE)   
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