Culinary, Arts, Thread.

We were digging and shifting from five to five
Selling everything we found just to stay alive
Gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars
Sinning was the big thin Lord
And Satan was the star
 
When I come home feeling tired and beat
I go up where the air is fresh and sweet.....
I get away from the hustling crowds
And all that rat race noise down in the street
 
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Stalker yesterday and a baby today. I'm getting the impression more people dislike me than I thought. Lulz.
 
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