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Street Song

Rating: 3.5
I am too young to grow a beard
But yes man it was me you heard
In dirty denim and dark glasses.
I look through everyone who passes
But ask him clear, I do not plead,
Keys Lids acid and speed.

My grass is not oregano.
Some of it grew in Mexico.
You cannot guess the weed I hold,
Clara Green, Acapulco Gold,
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COMMENTS
Leonard Cottrell 10 July 2008
typo in line 14 should be 'two' instead of 'too' line 6 and last line should be italicized, if possible
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