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Bart Solarczyk |
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Dirty Old Poet Flirting with the waitress as she feeds me cold Coronas she folds her tips her fingers taste like lime. Parasite Dog & flea shark & lamprey vampire & living corpse I attach you bleed I eat your love. As Pages Turn September sneaks in through the screen door finds me drunk & whispers she can't stay. Dream On My 47th Birthday Whiskey in my chili squid beak in my hull the girl in the pink bikini fucks my wife. |