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COKE BEAT
Of stones of navels sent to sudden somewhere
I speak no more now so much of excitement
As gathered also troubled are they warm gang
Of ants to stir at God, and thus assignment.
We bronkers, sicks and bitch of every nation
We thus forget to know now Gods have quarrels
And holy all we begging drops of manna
And douse and douse in drinks -
It's all for Harlots!
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COKE BEAT
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