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I lost it. From 1993 (2011)

I lost it tossed it, varnished and embossed it,lobbed in a concrete boxed, wrapped it ,chains and locks then threw it in the river on a dark Fulham night.I stopped it, shopped it, filled it full of garbelled shit,booted it in a car burried in black road tar. I built it,gold guilted it,excalibered a jeweled hilt,Shallot I cut adrift and sunk her in the rivers silt. The fish died,the sea cried, men sighed and shat in it.Head thugged,man mugged, gained himself,lost his wealth. A fix now,a good score, motor roar,Its the law. In walks,mouth talks,stand one other stalks.Big smiles,Hendon joke Offers me a friendly smoke.Says here son,have a light,take your time, weve got all night.



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