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Jul 2021
Sad, pretty girl
you ****** blew it
probably only one drink too many
and you just couldnโ€™t help but
bare your ill little secrets to the world
You spoke too fast
much too soon
so instead of sleeping in the clouds tonight
youโ€™re on a rubber bed,
covered with rubber sheets
with those ****** socks meant for crazies on your feet
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soft  24/F
(24/F)   
708
     --- and Thomas W Case
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