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Olly, olly oxen free!
"Olly, olly oxen free!" Haunted by the Sandman
in my dreams. Noone returns, because, we are
all dead. The proof is in the pudding, six feet
in the ground as I sleep there in my Buster Brown
shoes with my dog Tige. Listening to the syringes
break and the beer on tap becomes life's new
tempo and then play the victim. "Olly, olly oxen
free!"
in my dreams. Noone returns, because, we are
all dead. The proof is in the pudding, six feet
in the ground as I sleep there in my Buster Brown
shoes with my dog Tige. Listening to the syringes
break and the beer on tap becomes life's new
tempo and then play the victim. "Olly, olly oxen
free!"
Published 17th Jun 2023
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