Tanks Drivin In
sawy with the beat.my meat cutter pourous self was hell on wheels before the
ships came in.now with livin costin so much,i grow nuts out in a field.lend me
your ear,JFK,what happened to the other day,where we all live so sweet and get
to meet,a pretty neat baseball glove?like a glove?where?enough.
Copyright © Chris Bowen | Year Posted 2007
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