"What’s a Face To Do" by Tina Turner N. Hooch
The hint of crabbleberries being juiced always turns the nose.
Wash away my plumbing sins, use Moses as your hose.
Go to market with our yield, steaming still in buckets.
I used to ride the mule but then it died so I say fuck it.
Rasin Bran.
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