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Ladybug lovesongs, shorts, longs, Genghis Khans It's raining outside, warm and gentle Fresh lentil soup, rearrange, regroup the thinking piece Find peace part in parcel, gray zone embargo, let's go Swing the *** down the row, break your back for it No **** take a hit and pass it along, left or wrong The Khan is coming out now, stomping through the mud A cow chews her cud, the sky turns ice eyeball blue, Bailey Hate me, I deserve it, tell me, I've probably heard it Spit, throw your salt over your shoulder, shift that boulder Mold over the wet bread slice, kimchi and rice Sugar, spice, and everything spicy, like me, jalapeno tattoo'd on my arm Does good, some harm, sound the alarm Break the strong arm and be free Self conscious in me, oh say can you see By the setting of the sun, ants, plants, trails Quails in flight, saying poison out of spite Change your thoughts and change your life Ladybug love songs, sing to me in your silence Try this, I want your voice lifted to it A note to hit, high point, max ordinate, advocates Words of hate, washed clean with bar soap Some hope, at this point, concise and contradictory Dissect the diction, resurrect the dialect Stand ***** in the face of flooding flashes To make it in this country you need cash, kid. Smoke a **** Winston down to the filter
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 5:08 AM UTC
Kathy's magic pen x2
Ladybug lovesongs, shorts, longs, Genghis Khans It's raining outside, warm and gentle Fresh lentil soup, rearrange, regroup the thinking piece Find peace part in parcel, gray zone embargo, let's go Swing the *** down the row, break your back for it No **** take a hit and pass it along, left or wrong The Khan is coming out now, stomping through the mud A cow chews her cud, the sky turns ice eyeball blue, Bailey Hate me, I deserve it, tell me, I've probably heard it Spit, throw your salt over your shoulder, shift that boulder Mold over the wet bread slice, kimchi and rice Sugar, spice, and everything spicy, like me, jalapeno tattoo'd on my arm Does good, some harm, sound the alarm Break the strong arm and be free Self conscious in me, oh say can you see By the setting of the sun, ants, plants, trails Quails in flight, saying poison out of spite Change your thoughts and change your life Ladybug love songs, sing to me in your silence Try this, I want your voice lifted to it A note to hit, high point, max ordinate, advocates Words of hate, washed clean with bar soap Some hope, at this point, concise and contradictory Dissect the diction, resurrect the dialect Stand ***** in the face of flooding flashes To make it in this country you need cash, kid. Smoke a **** Winston down to the filter
94b 7/2/19
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 5:08 AM UTC
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