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We've succumbed To the pandemic Of awkward confusion; Where the rabbit, Not magician, Is half the illusion. We're topsy-turvy, I'm getting sick: We're highly toxic, It's acute, not chronic, We've set the cameras On ego-centric.
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Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
A Pandemic of Awkward Confusion
We've succumbed To the pandemic Of awkward confusion; Where the rabbit, Not magician, Is half the illusion. We're topsy-turvy, I'm getting sick: We're highly toxic, It's acute, not chronic, We've set the cameras On ego-centric.
francie-lynch
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Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
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