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By the Year 2219

By the year 2219, we'll all be dead So why should we fret and worry our heads What will be, will be Can't do a thing, you and me So just mosey along and don't wet the bed

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Date: 5/22/2019 6:38:00 AM
Giggles ;) Sage advice! xomo
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Jack Ellison
Date: 5/22/2019 7:03:00 AM
Sage!!!!! When you really about in those terms!!! Just want one thing... to meet face to face!!! OOOOEEEEE!!!! XOXOX

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