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Johnny was a school boy He had a heart of stone bla bla bla... worked his fingers to the bone.

* Misha was a sweet guy He had an elbow cone bla bla bla... now hes gone. Thats Thats Thats Thats what we have to do. what we want to know. what there is to prove. why there is no more.

[a semi-original poem by Rancid Bee Feederer, the Chauncey Gardinia of the New Century] *18 & Life by Kid Roc

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