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There’s a stain on the floor I can’t get out. I put a rug over it, but it peeked over the edge. I made the dog sleep on it, but he wouldn’t stay. I drew a face on it and called it Frank. There’s a stain on the floor I can’t get out. It screams at me when I sit visiting with friends. It waves its arms at me when I try to read my book. F*ck you, Frank. There’s a stain on the floor I can’t get out. It keeps me company when rains come. It listens to my midnight rants about politics and war and hemlines. Frank and I are very happy.
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
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There’s a stain on the floor I can’t get out. I put a rug over it, but it peeked over the edge. I made the dog sleep on it, but he wouldn’t stay. I drew a face on it and called it Frank. There’s a stain on the floor I can’t get out. It screams at me when I sit visiting with friends. It waves its arms at me when I try to read my book. F*ck you, Frank. There’s a stain on the floor I can’t get out. It keeps me company when rains come. It listens to my midnight rants about politics and war and hemlines. Frank and I are very happy.
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
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