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******** sixteen and lost in Syracuse I scrounged a quarter To call home For an eighty-five mile ride And Dad answered and said "God gave you two thumbs, boy. One to get there, and one to get back."
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Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 10:26 PM UTC
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******** sixteen and lost in Syracuse I scrounged a quarter To call home For an eighty-five mile ride And Dad answered and said "God gave you two thumbs, boy. One to get there, and one to get back."
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Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 10:26 PM UTC
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