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August 20, 2005
Towhart
I feel like I’m in a race.
Got to get out of here, gaw to be today, no no no more.
But I’ve got dreadlocks on the coming, the evac, just get me on the right HIghway.
But got to get me far enough along right here, got to get too the righty place.
Damned if I go Nike and just do it/\damned if I go DARE and just say no, stay wherewhat I know.
She’ll be riding six white horses when she comes
bare back
I hope
this is boring…
Posted by peligrito at August 20, 2005 12:37 PM
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