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Sitting in my
The thoughts are flying through my
[Unverified] my brain is tart
The on my bed

Smell the of cigar smoke
And I who it is
are dumb, the doors are shut
The are his

My buddy Al off a cliff
And ran a nail
He licks his and wonders
How the tooth drove him to

He hates to his car
Downtown on 16th
her eyes are green
And other I think they're blue

My is a mother
And my is a chore
My brother is a
For the C.O. boards

I knew guy who was so lazy
And he was so
He all day and lost his job
And now he is a bum