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IRONIC

On a lazy summer afternoon - in the year of 79      
while trying to drown my sorrows - smokin dube and drinking wine      
       
In the room burst my drunk father - and not much to my surprize,  We got in a fight and I ended up - being pulled by the neck outside      
       
And I found it quite Ironic - as he was choking off my air,      
that it was then that I noticed just how sweet - was the smell of the Oregon air      
       
so I took the time to ponder - while being drug down the front porch stairs      
of how the sky looked so much bluer - as he was pulling out my hair      
       
and how Ironic, was my last thought - before being knocked out by that rock      
that I'd had to get beat - before being able to see      
       
It really was a lovely day
Written by shaunda
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