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Category: Writing and Poetry
Coronado Moors is down a soul
And us boys are picking up the pieces
Raking leaves and pulling weeds
And hiding my new tattoo from Grandma
She cries about the pain and the rain
And I think it's just heartache
A year later it would take her
I guess she wasn't just begging for attention
2:35 PM
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