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So I was walking with my Nana around the city Was I really that young? My memory refused to confess Youth was still there In the Poor Man's eye and so We gave Him some SubWay About ten buck's worth As he bit down on the sandwich He gave her a stare of thankfulness and me a glare of understanding
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
The poor old man
So I was walking with my Nana around the city Was I really that young? My memory refused to confess Youth was still there In the Poor Man's eye and so We gave Him some SubWay About ten buck's worth As he bit down on the sandwich He gave her a stare of thankfulness and me a glare of understanding
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Sep 19, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
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