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My main memory remaining of you Was the time I said "perspicacity" And you told me it wasn't a word I guess your just not aware Of what it means Or how you lack it I held to my point And even tried to make a bet Five dollars She promptly looked it up She was unhappy when she told me I was right
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
perspicacity
My main memory remaining of you Was the time I said "perspicacity" And you told me it wasn't a word I guess your just not aware Of what it means Or how you lack it I held to my point And even tried to make a bet Five dollars She promptly looked it up She was unhappy when she told me I was right
True story I always thought was funny
torin
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
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