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Back and forth from the road and her mailbox It’s empty every time He tries to find the master plan His letter is her rhyme.
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Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 5:33 PM UTC
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Back and forth from the road and her mailbox It’s empty every time He tries to find the master plan His letter is her rhyme.
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Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 5:33 PM UTC
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