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Trudy sits sipping cocktails Watching the passers by. The girl with the Botox, false eyebrows to match, The ****** old codger, with his hand on her ****** They swan right on past Ignoring the view. No-one knows why She's invisible to you. But she doesn't care, she points one finger in the air, She'd rather look at the sky.
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Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC
Trudy
Trudy sits sipping cocktails Watching the passers by. The girl with the Botox, false eyebrows to match, The ****** old codger, with his hand on her ****** They swan right on past Ignoring the view. No-one knows why She's invisible to you. But she doesn't care, she points one finger in the air, She'd rather look at the sky.
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Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC
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