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There was not but a litter left And how fast that would drain The old holes drain it of what’s left In seconds there’s nothing more.
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Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
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There was not but a litter left And how fast that would drain The old holes drain it of what’s left In seconds there’s nothing more.
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Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
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