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Still born American Fetus

I wont entertain these stillborn Ideas with a bandanna and a cross I wont bargain for insurance While fake servants roam the floor There's no love on my tongue For pasty, plastic American dripping dreams The thief of the garage Stole my conscience

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 11/26/2012 10:08:00 PM
Justin, i'm wondering how this deep poem ,,, came from your thoughts... always~ LINDA
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Date: 11/26/2012 8:28:00 AM
Justin hitting hard here and I like it a lot...David
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