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I always get terribly nervous Running into people I sort of knew But didn't know And now I just stay quiet on my phone reading morning articles past the afternoon migration And laugh at a witty fathers joke. The way I ate my Lays was weird She knows it and now conversation is out of any equation I was about to punch into an iPhone calculator Circulation ended in my hands down. Children are creation, lovely doves.
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Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
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I always get terribly nervous Running into people I sort of knew But didn't know And now I just stay quiet on my phone reading morning articles past the afternoon migration And laugh at a witty fathers joke. The way I ate my Lays was weird She knows it and now conversation is out of any equation I was about to punch into an iPhone calculator Circulation ended in my hands down. Children are creation, lovely doves.
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Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
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