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Women smoking up a
storm in honkey tonk bars
as long as they understand the
smoke detector.
The old screams of guinea
pigs in their frail
cages haunts my nightmares.
They love to eat
cabbage, tomatoes-but
I've got no farm of my own
though I was born
in a barn in
Cabbage, New Jersey,
I guess that is where guinea pigs come
from, I guess that's where they
are born.
(Note: a rough draft, so it's probably not very good.)
storm in honkey tonk bars
as long as they understand the
smoke detector.
The old screams of guinea
pigs in their frail
cages haunts my nightmares.
They love to eat
cabbage, tomatoes-but
I've got no farm of my own
though I was born
in a barn in
Cabbage, New Jersey,
I guess that is where guinea pigs come
from, I guess that's where they
are born.
(Note: a rough draft, so it's probably not very good.)
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