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Planet Rock bumps the box Cardboard floors, spin some more Floetry lesson on every corner Not old enough am I. But jealous, yes I. My windows open to times past Times filled with hop & hip Soul & Blues & Rhythm too. That music for the soul,            Music that fills the streets,                      Music filled with love, peace and chicken grease.
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Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 11:39 AM UTC
History Lesson
Planet Rock bumps the box Cardboard floors, spin some more Floetry lesson on every corner Not old enough am I. But jealous, yes I. My windows open to times past Times filled with hop & hip Soul & Blues & Rhythm too. That music for the soul,            Music that fills the streets,                      Music filled with love, peace and chicken grease.
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Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 11:39 AM UTC
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