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You're younger and fitter, you ******** I'm bitter and who wouldn't be? If I am the ebb tide and you are the flow where can I go the scrapheap? but what's the hurry I may not like what I see but I see and that's a luxury.
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Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
Running in, please pass
You're younger and fitter, you ******** I'm bitter and who wouldn't be? If I am the ebb tide and you are the flow where can I go the scrapheap? but what's the hurry I may not like what I see but I see and that's a luxury.
moseying along as we do and thinking in curved lines.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
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