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Nov 2020
Close your eyes it's time to sleep
Sunday is here you know the rest
One needs the strength to keep in check
Make sure you smile and say cheese
Then look around

Keep in mind
When it's time for the striptease
That in ones head there will only be
What once was just the memory
That's all you will see
A shadow
Could it be

Simba
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Simba  62/M/Massachusetts
(62/M/Massachusetts)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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