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Booby Boy

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Booby Boy

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Oh woe’s me

I told you about white tops

 My friend Gary

White Tops blowing free

Today it was Booby

A good friend and his Harley

On a windless highway ride

My words are finally shaking me

And no more friends do I see

One place setting for Vangoman

On a long empty table tree

No more loads to carry

No more hands to bleed

Sent far below

To the promise land

Oh woe’s, woe’s me

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Some day’s life just sucks- sucks- sucks-sucks –sucks-sucks –suuuuucks

I’m 22 inside

It feels like I’ve just begun the ride

But just like a new day

Sunrises and sunsets keep falling away

Like leaves from an old tree

The woe’s, woe is blowing on me

(Note to readers: this is not a poem it’s just a little disgust)

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