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Friday, August 03, 2018
sic sic pain(t
They painted sick over I'll will
Ill will or can't won't sic near the
Inhospital sic loafing doors sic
Oxygen tanks blasting them in shrapnel
So they could breathe hardly sic air
By the rotten multi unit hornet hive
While boss by the bushes of maine
Went AWOL into duty to dad
So the story climbs up blackberry
Bamboo Rapunzel's tower of sickle
Cell medical charts off the sic map
To atergade retrograde pay scales
Breathed the scummy dragon
Peeling time off his knows sic sic
Latin music of languish
I mean sic sic language
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