tried walking thru the gate
some Peter dude yelled 'WAIT'
I ran like hell, right back out
waited til night jumped the fence
no doubt
Not bad in here
fresh food no beer
the girls won't dance
seems real queer
i volunteer at the winery, found my place
chilling wit my Brother, not bad, no race
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