Fleeing History

Let me tell you a story,

With no one in mind.

Showing victory

By letting emotion bleed.

Writing fur Centralia lips of Nair

I blew a tire up

Once while eating an eclair.

I don’t have any cents

For Australian heritage.

But by golly I’d fuck Molly.

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