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Oct 2016
Isn't it funny how there's a first and last person to do anything?

Who was the first person to give a kiss on the lips?
    Who'll be the last?
Who was the first person to play the piano?
        Who will be the last?
The first to see their own face in a reflection?
            The last?
The first to eat pineapple on pizza?
               The last?
The list goes on and its sort of insane to think about.
This is the kind of **** that keeps me up at 5AM.
I like pineapple on pizza.
Patrick Andrew Toft
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Patrick Andrew Toft  Palm Spring
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