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I'd be okay with getting old If I got to keep these gams They'll wrinkle and sprout those purple-green veins Like spiderwebs spun over kneecaps Yes, since aging means ugly legs I think I'll find a Peter And a Neverland And fight pirates in fabulous Lost Boy tights That accentuate my ever-youthful gams
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Feb 12, 2010
Feb 12, 2010 at 6:35 AM UTC
These Gams
I'd be okay with getting old If I got to keep these gams They'll wrinkle and sprout those purple-green veins Like spiderwebs spun over kneecaps Yes, since aging means ugly legs I think I'll find a Peter And a Neverland And fight pirates in fabulous Lost Boy tights That accentuate my ever-youthful gams
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Feb 12, 2010
Feb 12, 2010 at 6:35 AM UTC
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