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Feb 2013
I've been sitting here too long
But I can't join the throng
My eyes begins to twitch
My back begins to itch
I've been sitting here a while
I'd move, but that's not my style
My lids begin to droop
My shoulders start to stoop
I've been sitting here forever
And it's only getting better
Robyn
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Robyn  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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