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Some days I buy too many scratch-offs And I write solely in red ink My soul is older than my body But that thought you'd never think My garden's full of cauliflower But I give it to the poor My blood is full of gypsy genes And I sleep solely on the floor I've never been employed or fired No one's ever tied me down I make use of proper grammar So I'll adverbly verb a noun
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