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The Mighty Gors!

surely the name was far more scary, than ever we would be, this puddy-footing gang that included me oh we looked kind'a scary in our regalia absurd but if you did challenge us, in our pants, you'd likely find a turd black leather, denim cut offs chains and iron crosses wild we hid behind this persona because really we were quite mild but that was then, and now is now though I still sometimes think, and wonder how, we survived in a wild world we did not understand, and even thought, we were pretty grand.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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