just a bunch of cabbage patch kids here, catching a hatch, a small snatch is where I'll be found, rolling up and around, that life giving essence that's grown from the ground, by the sounds of the waves, by the friends in their graves, by the good grace that saves, we can all stand united, if we're erect we can't sit, and if we don't sit we can't be as salted, so divided it is, or is it dividended again? I remiss and transfect, then run like it's wrecked, cause the salve age is here, and I'm still sipping my beer.
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