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Dec 2014
I've gotten so good at getting cotton.
White substance into the white hands
White substance from the white hands.

Without a doubt or grief
Show spout!
Way from the south a maid of mouth told me (sold me)
And that, she lied.

Made of mama's marmalade and chicken fries.
It was I
Inside the strength and lengthened lie
It's been a big year to ******* on pride.
Confide in and open up,
Tub of sin - this lye to lighten my linen - soap in a cup.

Wash the tears from your ducts,
Dears eyes I was kinning wolf to pup
Kidding.
Shivers, they over flow
Want a soy supple *** to goat to once it grows.
Freeze it with ease the kids believe they can still play in snow
NO
Now is not the plague of play but plow.
Really wasn't sure if I wanted that "white to white hands" lines in the beginning.
Goodmorning Miles
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Goodmorning Miles  Here,NY
(Here,NY)   
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   Tiberias Paulk
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