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Down by highway twonintyfive a racoon lay breathless on the canyon side survived probably by a family of four or three who knows, sticks and stones life as it goes. Down by the river Providence bound a drunken man falls down from the bridge to the ground homicide suicide noone will know, sticks an stones life as it goes. Cranston town a white pickup two fat men come to steal your stuff and break into your private home thinking they're the underpants knomes! Days are short that's all I know, sticks and stones life as it goes.
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Jul 2, 2010
Jul 2, 2010 at 7:36 AM UTC
Life As It Goes
Down by highway twonintyfive a racoon lay breathless on the canyon side survived probably by a family of four or three who knows, sticks and stones life as it goes. Down by the river Providence bound a drunken man falls down from the bridge to the ground homicide suicide noone will know, sticks an stones life as it goes. Cranston town a white pickup two fat men come to steal your stuff and break into your private home thinking they're the underpants knomes! Days are short that's all I know, sticks and stones life as it goes.
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
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Jul 2, 2010
Jul 2, 2010 at 7:36 AM UTC
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