Chestnuts
when your chrismas shopping
and stopping
you can't help but spell
like coming from hell
the smoke make you joke
it a sprit of this stuff
the asmell of
hoilday
CHESTNUTS
Copyright © Kurtis Scott Aka Curtis Futch Jr | Year Posted 2012
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