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Jan 2011
home alone

keeled at the throne

rejecting the friends found in bottles and so

I look at the phone

my logic low flows

and I get the idea to call up an old **

but ***** brain says hay ** do you wanna bone

and she gets all ******* like ah hell no

so now I gadda wonder if the drug life blows

blow that's an idea get my dealer on the phone
John B
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