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the z’s gone for poaching now
and the guardposts where we used, smoke 
the ambush sites we used to sweat 

aint no Ma Deuce 
aint no kids 
aint no joke 
just rusty ol’ mines in a ocean o shit 
it churn over n under w every dolphin-head rain 
with every egret explodes into the sky 
i piss in my pants i swallow my chew

say something nice ... or not

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