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Time u luckout on the 13th,                                  times luck don't go your way                  ah what you say, what you say...          it's like walkin' past a graveyard bangin' on a drum... Sunday, the day of rest... liqour store opens in 6 and 1/2 hours.. wait now, can't drink on a Sunday at noon.. holy **** that's just asking for some gas to spit on the fire. 5:45..tomwaits on low.. heard the neighbour's baby about 30 minutes ago, like I say.. Tom Waits on low.  Got my Epiphone semi-electric... it's not too loud.  Think I'll go for a drive although I told my gal that I'd just drive home... I got coffee on the go now...
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Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 4:46 AM UTC
Sunday Afternoon
Time u luckout on the 13th,                                  times luck don't go your way                  ah what you say, what you say...          it's like walkin' past a graveyard bangin' on a drum... Sunday, the day of rest... liqour store opens in 6 and 1/2 hours.. wait now, can't drink on a Sunday at noon.. holy **** that's just asking for some gas to spit on the fire. 5:45..tomwaits on low.. heard the neighbour's baby about 30 minutes ago, like I say.. Tom Waits on low.  Got my Epiphone semi-electric... it's not too loud.  Think I'll go for a drive although I told my gal that I'd just drive home... I got coffee on the go now...
irving-macpherson
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New Scotland
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 4:46 AM UTC
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