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Swampy Thoughts

Jun 16, 1992

The swamps are crawling with the absence of sex.
Everyone dies from the fear of AIDs.

My life is a waste,
Supporting the human race.

Destiny alone,
Will never see me home.

Vagabonds of old,
Make me look less than bold.

Oh, why on Earth,
Am I to live in the South?

Oh, How in hell,
Can I possibly fit in?

WooHoo ed by Brett Bumeter at 9:36 PM  

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