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old smell

i found a bag of dog shit in an old winter coat and remembered that it belonged to me i mushed it in my fingers and remembered the food i had it was brown like the ground this poop hadn't been seen in years it made me want to play some hoops i call up my homie snoop he said one sec im taking a poop i say... how ironic
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truckerwithaloveforreggae
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Dec 5, 2014
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#weed#poop#reggae#ganga
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