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Busted I heard this man who's singing songs with a look upon his face. I guess he's just been worried some that he will lose his place. Still other men were writing books as farmers plowed a furrow. I thought it was the end of them, the FBI is thorough. He went to court with charges stacked bail in multiples of zero. Him sitting there steadfast and strong, you know he was my hero. The politicians run the show you know what really reeks? All those people and no one cares or rarely ever speaks. ![]()
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