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Dec 2013
You see I can't really explain
Inarticulate, and never one to complain
But what you were saying is just plain lame
And then nothing since then was ever the same
Wish you'd take my hand til this problem is slain
I promise you now that I will take all the blame
John
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John  28/M/New York
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