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Post by Scruffy on Feb 13, 2013 21:56:44 GMT -5
I'll tell you 'bout a girl who's humor was dry And maybe she didn't want to say good-bye Might as well call her hagaloppitydo. Let me tell you a story about me and you. We lived in a world as small as the rain A land with sorrow and hunger and pain Where people had lost their sense of time And a beggar couldn't even obtain one dime. "I speak better in my head," I said then. "I love you anyway," you said again. As the clouds rolled by I looked at my feet, Eagar to surrender and accept defeat. But you grabbed my arm and we raced away, In the small, small, world, just one last day.
this is not about me or anyone it's fictional /shot
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