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COSHENS OF ST. GEORGE



Now, my times are wild
To spark some laughs
Upon this shore
So, you'll not greet me
Because you're tall
And drive a car.
Cool. And then, while
I become all
I will become,
You will come right
Back to beg and
Cry. I'll not mind.


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COSHENS OF ST. GEORGE

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