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When the streak burns off I have to get it back Somehow, someway Writing is a inconsistent athlete That does well then goes cold We all want to break the mold But who will be there when were beyond old? I want my name in there But who am I?
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 5:52 AM UTC
Streak
When the streak burns off I have to get it back Somehow, someway Writing is a inconsistent athlete That does well then goes cold We all want to break the mold But who will be there when were beyond old? I want my name in there But who am I?
peter-r-hamilton
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 5:52 AM UTC
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