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My pocket is torn, My hair is a mess. There are stains, There are footprints all over my dress. My muscles are sore, My knees are both bruised. And my legs And my shoulders have been overused.
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Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 2:52 AM UTC
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My pocket is torn, My hair is a mess. There are stains, There are footprints all over my dress. My muscles are sore, My knees are both bruised. And my legs And my shoulders have been overused.
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Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 2:52 AM UTC
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