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my son told me he likes Beyonce's new song, 16 cabbages

it is good and he's got imaginary games of cricket being played in his head he tells me the score and what the pitch is like in his head in an attempt to find that innocence again i started doing the same so that when i'm at work i'm not really there but on that cricket pitch in my head i told my friend about it he told me about how he met his wife at a single's night to his surprise as he thought she was at home looking after the kids

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