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"dieg" poems
i picked a pickle from grampy's pickle jar. I snippled a bushel of beer at the select town bar* got into a mess with san diego blues. After the train passed by gramps cried when the coppers held a horn and their sirens went woopa dee doop.
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
bad day in the san dieg. . . .
i picked a pickle from grampy's pickle jar. I snipple a bushel of beer at the select town bar* got into a mess with san diego blues. After the train passed by gramps cried when the coppers held a horn and their sirents went woop woop.
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
bad day in the san dieg. . . .
i picked a pickle from grampy's pickle jar. I snippled a bushel of beer at the select town bar* got into a mess with san diego blues. After the train passed by gramps cried when the coppers held a horn and their sirens went woop woop.
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
bad day in the san dieg. . . .
i picked a pickle from grampy's pickle jar. I snippled a bushel of beer at the select town bar* got into a mess with san diego blues. After the train passed by gramps cried when the coppers held a horn and their sirents went woop woop.
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
bad day in the san dieg. . . .