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Rasta Can'T Smoke In Privacy

Everyday they watch him 
Descending the stairs
But he doesn't feel uneasy
Despite the offensive stares
His eyes stay red 
But that's the least of his cares
Rasta can't smoke in privacy
Because neighbors don't respect privacy
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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