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Dec 2012
Why can't it be a time for me to be what ever I want to be?
I want to be a rapper, a hip hop snapper, a rhythm tapper.

Why can't we rhyme all the time for a nickel or a dime, it would be sublime?
I'd rhyme love and hate, end to ****, clothes to cape, and fat free to cake.
Chuck
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Chuck  PA, USA
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