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Tepic, Nayarit

A poem is like a naked person.. but a song is something that walks by itself Spring is here again, tender age in bloom, he knows not what it means, sell the kids for food, we can have some more. The water is so yellow, i'm a healthy student, you're my vitamins. Take your time, hurry up, the choice is yours, don't be late. And just maybe i'm to blame for all 've heard but i'm not sure, i'm so excited i can't wait to meet you there but i don't care. I don't care if it's old, i don't mind if i don't have a mind, get away from your home. Have to have poison skin, give an inch take a smile. Never met a wise man, if so it's a woman, gotta find a way to find a way, i had better wait. One more sp