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Quick! Call the ambulance, I need it really bad, For I am suffering from the turbulence, I'm not wearing my knee pad, Lights and sirens dance around, I see spaceships around my head, What is that ominous sound? Quick! I'm almost dead.
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
Turbulence
Quick! Call the ambulance, I need it really bad, For I am suffering from the turbulence, I'm not wearing my knee pad, Lights and sirens dance around, I see spaceships around my head, What is that ominous sound? Quick! I'm almost dead.
#Turbulence
cameron-macdonald
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
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