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Watermelon Sunday

watermelon sunday oldies station playing walmart french bread and a lunch bucket wishing i could play no money in my pocket now gas in my motorized efficiency on the other side of half donation day coming soooo slowwwwly wishing i could work nowhere to lay my head the high 28 but sunny the low 9 with no throw wishing i could just catch it for a change

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