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That glimmer in his eye The charm in his walk, his talk It was a curse Didn't you notice his broken finger? 3rd one on the left That was a present from his mother No Doctor called at 6 years old When the trunk slammed down The remedy was olive oil No CPS was called back then They called him tough, brave and strong But really it was a curse
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Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
Curse
That glimmer in his eye The charm in his walk, his talk It was a curse Didn't you notice his broken finger? 3rd one on the left That was a present from his mother No Doctor called at 6 years old When the trunk slammed down The remedy was olive oil No CPS was called back then They called him tough, brave and strong But really it was a curse
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Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
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