95 5 2
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serial number of the Hofner bass I pawned
in '86, costs a hundred grand today
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4721
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so I hug, skin tight to a road shoulder,
my scabby dashboard the wattle of a box turtle's snout
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11453
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D’Onofrio sipped Southern Comfort and cold blueberry syrup, bent double and dry heaving on the grave of Jackson Pollock.
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12943
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A crazy jock called Siggy in the Morning, bellows "nein! nein! nein! nein! nein!"
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3422
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cobra buckle with garnet fangs, oh Colt 45 and Lordy
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8277
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delectably
sweating in light rain if you wish
to know,
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98105
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smell the , Foreplay,-- all they knew
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1070119
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When Chuck dies, I’ll throw/
a party and dance, a little drunk,/
across what I’ll pretend/
is the old shit’s grave.
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9588
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a muffin might leave its mark
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