Abou Boom Adam

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abou boom adam, his tribe is on the rise smoking hash filled pipes without reprise day in and night out very much devout one pale evening there was a knock boom adam opened the door it was six o’ clock the uniforms were there to search every nook and corner, every perch find every gram of drug there was to be found and pin boom adam firmly to the ground at half past six the search was done boom adam called all the cops sons of a bloody gun since nothing was found his innocence was assumed and boom adam died at seven because of all the shit he’d hurriedly consumed

Abou Boom Adam

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