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Monday, November 12, 2007

Who's Askin?

soccer, suck 'er, call the doctor
eat the trimmings, say my name
nothing safer, nothing lost
save the loser, save the boss
the game ran long
the game ran short
I died six times
she gave a snort
all to bring the summer back
for everything I find I lack
Posted by Brad Grenz at 5:05 PM

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