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Jun 2015
Simple feelings repetitive at most,
of
lovely circumstance, something that we boast.
The pleasure is mine the pleasure is yours,
a
lucky group we are, our biggest hindrance is chores.
I'm not a fan friends, a lot of people make me sick.
I'm not really into family, but I don't knock it if it's thick.
Yet today of everyday people swear to me that they,
remembered this occasion, without Facebook displayed.
another birthday
Black
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