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Several Nights Ago


Several Nights Ago

 

Mr. no who, he was in the back seat of my sister car

that night, I was in the front seat, my sister drove

the drive thru at Dairy Queen, he think he got brain

freeze moment, we listen I-tune music we jammed

like crazy enough, when my sister said to Matt bring

your garbage along,

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

5-31-16 

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