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Monday, November 7, 2005

Camping

Rating: 3.8
Dirt and rocks truly rule this event
The bugs are our host because we are truly visiting

Their domain without them laying out the welcome map
"Get away from me fly"
They look at me like I'm talking back

Like I'm talking smack... can't even take a nap
Soon as I do it feels like I got 3rd-degree burns on my back

Now I tried to stay off and leave out Baba's bad a** kids
But I can't cause those rug rats are always in your biz

Hopeless, but still I want to see them all grow up right
It's hard to fathom because when I turn
They're almost always involved in a fight
Kovan White
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