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I am a narcoleptic poet.

Back in the boots of string/Doherty’s rags drink & drink & drink until, the bubbly booze is down in the valley. Mountain, mountain, joker’s, kings, turn into dust from some Egyptian cured red disease, knight’s then take over the bloody chair, electrifying it to make everyone else laugh. Ha, gullible grouchy green apple Adam, singing about girls who use their own name in vain.

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