It's cold as fuck
I'm sick of innuendos
Leave me alone now.
To my former Swami
Snow crunches, I squat
I see Baba's full moon rise
I see Baba's full moon rise
I cannot learn anymore
To The First Second and Third Storm
Two broken Blowers
How do you break a shovel?
I'm sick of this shit.
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