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The wind tickles my moustache cigarette tips its ash must remember to get that waxed or relationship could be axed My hair is looking grey better buy that dye today my nails look discoloured but couldn’t be bothered Still got the voucher for the gym I’ll put that in a card for him Son’s birthday coming up, 25 open lines of communication, strive Today’s feeling is melancholy haven’t got the energy to be jolly ah, here’s the bus paste on smile, face life thus
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Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
Melancholy
The wind tickles my moustache cigarette tips its ash must remember to get that waxed or relationship could be axed My hair is looking grey better buy that dye today my nails look discoloured but couldn’t be bothered Still got the voucher for the gym I’ll put that in a card for him Son’s birthday coming up, 25 open lines of communication, strive Today’s feeling is melancholy haven’t got the energy to be jolly ah, here’s the bus paste on smile, face life thus
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Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
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