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Shings

by stickster25

I'm back and at it, I was an old burnt out candle, My flame was growing unlit, Sometimes, it's all too hard to handle. My hair is short I grew it long I missed that sport No, not pong. This all adds up to an interesting thing, Can you guess? There's that ping, My mind is a mess... Of Extraordinary Shings
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