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Xanax is the devil When mixed with too much drink And so is escitalopram That is what I think     These things conspire to change your vibe     And now it seems if you imbibe     The smallest teensy tiny touch     Of ***** it’s ...still a bit too much... Seems my Dear has disappeared, And swaying in her place Another person, as I feared, Without the charm; without the grace,     I cannot stand my latest role:     Authoritative scolding troll     And I, not knowing what to do     Retreat into a deep dark blue
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 6:12 AM UTC
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Xanax is the devil When mixed with too much drink And so is escitalopram That is what I think     These things conspire to change your vibe     And now it seems if you imbibe     The smallest teensy tiny touch     Of ***** it’s ...still a bit too much... Seems my Dear has disappeared, And swaying in her place Another person, as I feared, Without the charm; without the grace,     I cannot stand my latest role:     Authoritative scolding troll     And I, not knowing what to do     Retreat into a deep dark blue
Brotherjimmy
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 6:12 AM UTC
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