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Dec 2014
Sword fights are fun
and we were idiots
who had drank just a little too much whisky
i cut your knuckles, and you wanted to keep fighting,
and you wanted to keep fighting so much that you waited,
and you waited weeks,
and then you threatened my life, my dad's old rusty craftsmen wrench in hand,
and i left.
Joseph the Dreamer
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Joseph the Dreamer  clarkston ga
(clarkston ga)   
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