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Sep 2014
(Actual title)*
Blue jeans

Everything is as it should be
So why do I feel so blue?
There's hardly a moment I'm not happy,
But right now, I just don't know what to do.

Is it the way my jeans rub my legs raw?
Or perhaps it's nothing at all
D
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