Big Thicket Lake Estates

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Greg's Poem about Mr. T 
 
     Now Mr. T?
       The O.G.
         from R-Y-E
       Born n' raised in the PG?

That's all I could type down. He was straight flowing.


Cuzzin Greg and Mr. T

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