DAVID GERARDINO - bipoler weed

Rent bent, heaven sent, into this tree less wilderness,
strait means north, or east, or whatever, where
ever, in the end, there is there, and here is
always here, are you with me so fare? and if
you are your probly nuts, or smoking some of
that bipoler weed.
HALP, help, halp, im about to hit a deep freeze,
but first let me cough then sneeze, then get
out of your way, , , wouldn't wont to wast your
time, , or put myself into your space.

DAVID GERARDINO

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