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Smokey stop pell,
hovering on the station sail,
policy of the ram hitting in a jam in their whole man-
the self assured meander un~spell.
Yes, yes it's a 2000 time tell,
it's so sojourned now we can't expel-
that leader had his mound,
and his following the overt round,
but we had face that was sound?
What is the mettle now?
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2018
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