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Kelly Joe Phelps Slingshot Professionals

The sidewalk coughed up weeds and cracks A book, a magazine and a penny and a dime Oh, and Carl looked behind him making sure the scene was empty Breathed

This makes as much sense as a frog on a chain A leper knocking trees down with his fist Twisting my ear like I'm a school yard churl You know I wanna

Ginger had dyed her hair red to fit her name Burny pocked his arms with a pack of Camel Lights Long sleeves outdoors to keep the kids from crying And

Tried my hand at company, wine poured out for two Blue charade that I have made while lying next to you Take the next thing home, my dear, leave me to

Watch it bounce like water, meat under the stone Throw up a leg and try to beg your way back home Smell the coffee boil in the corner pot Everything's