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An outsider won't stride like he owns the place, he's an open book with a hardened face, pure and true but stuck like glue on the shoe of the new review..clutches at straws and remains a mute, what's there to do? He's been given the boot, he's the colostomy bag, that is his duty, he's hopin' they'll start eating somethin healthy n fruity To relieve his position and grant him access to beauty

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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