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Meanwhile, A kid works up a sweat in the sun Telling the asphalt the Story of a pastel Man making music. He sits on the street, greets A mangey old dog with a Song and a Belly rub, there. Later on he lets That dog eat the rest of his Overdressed salad And while it digests a Reporter gets down on One knee asking "Are you depressed?" Oh, he just smiles, says "Nah man, I'm blessed." Finished, he admires, then Hurries inside and Quietly regrets that the sidewalk Always forgets.
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Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 11:39 AM UTC
Racing The Rain
Meanwhile, A kid works up a sweat in the sun Telling the asphalt the Story of a pastel Man making music. He sits on the street, greets A mangey old dog with a Song and a Belly rub, there. Later on he lets That dog eat the rest of his Overdressed salad And while it digests a Reporter gets down on One knee asking "Are you depressed?" Oh, he just smiles, says "Nah man, I'm blessed." Finished, he admires, then Hurries inside and Quietly regrets that the sidewalk Always forgets.
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Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 11:39 AM UTC
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