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Every morning when I hide my untie Turn on a podcast out the door And stumble through the cold In my secretly Italian coat I leave with coffee Hot poured with opinions over sleep And my inner child switches on the N64 Pours hinself some chocolate milk And gloats Holding his eternal freedom over me
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Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC
Inner Child, Gloating While Playing N64
Every morning when I hide my untie Turn on a podcast out the door And stumble through the cold In my secretly Italian coat I leave with coffee Hot poured with opinions over sleep And my inner child switches on the N64 Pours hinself some chocolate milk And gloats Holding his eternal freedom over me
Kids will be kids. Even your inner child. #skipwork Favorite game?
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Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC
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