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Winter rolls up to chill. Blue jeans, blue genes. They wear on you til they feel right. Then spring springs and you cut them into shorts.
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
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Winter rolls up to chill. Blue jeans, blue genes. They wear on you til they feel right. Then spring springs and you cut them into shorts.
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
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