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Interjection Interjection Guide me about this rounded intersection You know the right direction A hard working Mexican, Living the dream, spending the suns life in scalding heat, yet he doesn't scream for he is simply living the dream, finally able to afford fancy American ice cream, An expensive television sits upon his wall, maybe it'll get more use in the fall, but he works the suns whole life so he can watch as he falls asleep, He awakes the next day, and he knows it will be the same. But he still does not scream, for its finally Friday,
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Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 11:35 AM UTC
Mexican folk hero
Interjection Interjection Guide me about this rounded intersection You know the right direction A hard working Mexican, Living the dream, spending the suns life in scalding heat, yet he doesn't scream for he is simply living the dream, finally able to afford fancy American ice cream, An expensive television sits upon his wall, maybe it'll get more use in the fall, but he works the suns whole life so he can watch as he falls asleep, He awakes the next day, and he knows it will be the same. But he still does not scream, for its finally Friday,
For my dear dear friend Jakob
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Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 11:35 AM UTC
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