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some days I feel ancient... hope only somedays cause you are beautiful you never answered...how old is too old?? |
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some days I feel ancient... hope only somedays cause you are beautiful you never answered...how old is too old?? u arent too old 4 me...if u are a good crazy guy...lol |
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some days I feel ancient... hope only somedays cause you are beautiful you never answered...how old is too old?? u arent too old 4 me...if u are a good crazy guy...lol sweet!! 
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Yea wheres all the young people at?
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wuz hap'nin!
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some days I feel ancient... hope only somedays cause you are beautiful aww thank you! 
ancient people can be beautiful. I think I still qualify! lol |
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some days I feel ancient... hope only somedays cause you are beautiful aww thank you!
ancient people can be beautiful. I think I still qualify! lol Haha, yes you certainly do still qualify |
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"Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand, In the moon that is always rising, Nor that riding to sleep I should hear him fly with the high fields And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land. Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea." - Dylan Thomas |
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HEY YOU! YEAH YOU!... NO NO NO ALL OF YOUS! You youngins better stay off of my lawn, what with your piercings, and hair styles, and rap music, and what not! Hell when I was a whipper snapper, I had to walk uphill in the snow both ways just to get to school! And I live in Florida! Anyways... YALL BETTER STAY OFF OF MY LAWN DAMMIT!
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Then, as the grass was green and great;
the monkey, Tribbles, swinging on his fists, with restless prose his poo flew through the snow, slow miles wide, as he did so insist. And king among curmudgeons he did rise; Monkey-colored was the Hades of his eyes, Still stinking of the sweat of pink flamingos sinking; He stole, among the apple-towns, their pies. |
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