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Brain Washing Machine

Years ago, no one had new knees said Dad They had to make do with the ones they had Women ran around with wrinkles and gray hair Plastic surgeons and hair dye did not exist anywhere I see a brain washing machine down the road They will open your skull with a saw-blade gold Take your brain out and cleanse it once and for all. You will fall for their tales, no matter how weird or tall.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




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