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The last gun around the bullet

Where my mind on my sleeve I have s.p.e.(I know you will get it eventually) and probably dyslexia Playing golf with a wolf called Rolf as you do Where were meant wear one plus one The rain the bough Brought the drought Jamaican hair I so dread If there was no nothing how would we now

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