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twas seven twenty on a thursday night ma was in the ground pa was inside and i was sitting crosslegged sipping dark chardonnay with a dead fly in it feeling high on fumes of citronella candles while the horizon turned to rust and huckleberry stains and so did my feet and the dirt smelled the same come to think of it but i didn't see nothing i'd already seen it all that's how i broke out of the hoosegow that's why i'm freer than the flies that can't bother me (i never saw a ****** thing)
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
brown-eyed suzie
twas seven twenty on a thursday night ma was in the ground pa was inside and i was sitting crosslegged sipping dark chardonnay with a dead fly in it feeling high on fumes of citronella candles while the horizon turned to rust and huckleberry stains and so did my feet and the dirt smelled the same come to think of it but i didn't see nothing i'd already seen it all that's how i broke out of the hoosegow that's why i'm freer than the flies that can't bother me (i never saw a ****** thing)
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saigeldred
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
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