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They called him all sorts of names For observing his quiet time Little did they know, That's his gas station for refueling His navigation system for directions His workout sessions for strength and agility His chosen place of solace His place of cleansing His preferred workshop for revitalization No way, They would get him to stop his routine.
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 8:31 AM UTC
Quiet Time
They called him all sorts of names For observing his quiet time Little did they know, That's his gas station for refueling His navigation system for directions His workout sessions for strength and agility His chosen place of solace His place of cleansing His preferred workshop for revitalization No way, They would get him to stop his routine.
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26/M/Canada
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 8:31 AM UTC
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