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Aug 2014
I can't say you **** when I ****.
You may **** ****,
But I **** the bic lighter fumes every hour,
On the hour.
When I finally get to spark up the end of my fancy cancer stick.
My easy way out is now socially acceptable,
Encouraged,
Even classy.
HUH
**We ****
Just a thought
Angelica Marie Franco
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Angelica Marie Franco  NJ/Ohio
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