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By Jack Joseph Smith
Shanked and Shallow
Is there a seperation punk
Do you bully in the field
With a machine or gun
When have you
walked across the river with it
You do not know a slanted eye
means a lover
Seared as monkeys traped:
you behave
The Circus
White and black
Your clicks are not good enough
to know what
Mixing it up means