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I just flagged myself
three times since dusk I have'nt felt this limber in days The flag running up and down it's schtiele pole mowed over and drained it soars I'm sore Letting the flag down raising the white Armsless to surrender Harmsless I must venture Numb Sore Numb Itchy Red Sore Numb end results in Eye Heart Self Every stroke when in vain Bye Sons Bye Daugthers You could have been someones if your daddy wasn't so trigger happy |
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by the title, i thought this was going to be about text
kinda sad and dark though |
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Oh my
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i loved that!
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some things are never broken
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Dude, dude, dude, use lube
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