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Norvasq Proof


Norvasq Proof Seismographic activity 200/100 That damn crack pipe does it again Sweat pools along my hairline large beads Panting like a gay dog with a bone Don't panic I know 911s phone number Paramedics couldn't beat this rush I love the taste and its echo Like walking through an inner tube That fucking poodle needs to stay out of the way As I'm pacing this disaster calmer I'll kick the curly right out of its tail And cringe at the reverberating yelps As its scurrys away lop sided Only the French would breed such a thing But I do you like their toast and fries And towers and kisses Au contraire... Fries are an American concoction I'll just stick that in my Pyrex And hoof and boof Rock on... Amadeus 10/10/13
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