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Smoke in the eye, is worth two burnt fingers. One fleeting glance, is worth two good looks. Admitting that you aren't any good, isn't worth anything at all.
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
Good Looks.
Smoke in the eye, is worth two burnt fingers. One fleeting glance, is worth two good looks. Admitting that you aren't any good, isn't worth anything at all.
This was written about a year and a half ago.
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mprestonharris
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
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