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Times Gal

Times Gal Give it back she demanded He took the small barrel Off the table of her 22 pistol Saturday Night Killer being cleaned Or it wouldn't fire as dirty This gal was bad ass All the effing way She cut the metal tips Off the 9mm slugs Making them dum dum bullets Took your face off A mess like a 22 slug Tho laughed at lethal Like the small gal He put the barrel back It was well machined She smiled and assembled the gun Time to work later

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