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just look at the overgrown flood in the field that was an ice skate rink it's for the kids to skate but they won't skate they'll pout and shoot is what who the **** ice skates I have a tiny pistol I stole and I want your wallet I walk past the sad sodden ice rink a cold flood in a forgotten field where children would skate but now they can only lurk
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Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 7:23 PM UTC
ice skate
just look at the overgrown flood in the field that was an ice skate rink it's for the kids to skate but they won't skate they'll pout and shoot is what who the **** ice skates I have a tiny pistol I stole and I want your wallet I walk past the sad sodden ice rink a cold flood in a forgotten field where children would skate but now they can only lurk
mike-arms
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Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 7:23 PM UTC
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