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Sep 2016
We cross our bridges
When we come to them.
We burn our bridges behind us.
Why don't we just
Burn our **** bridges
When we get there?
Saves & lot of wear & tear,
*Non c'est pas?
Giuseppi Martino Buonaiuto
Written by
Giuseppi Martino Buonaiuto  Florida; Italy
(Florida; Italy)   
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   Joel M Frye
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