The Short Stik VI

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The Short Stik

I dun think ice lure,
But when ice peak,
None seem tonderstand.
Whachu sayin they ply.
In eye repeat.

Buddies till confused.
Ice low it down,
My clear?
Buddies till not aunt sermon me.
Ice steam clearing my head.

But I no my make cents
If instead of herring per faction
Ewe glisten to me
With oh pioneers
Not in toll rants.