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2 comments:
what's this punk idea you had coming to my site and telling me that i can be an adult when i grow up?!?!
That's the most degrading, insulting, asinine, and irreverent utterance you could've made.
"An Adult" is the very antithesis of "cellar door."
one second thought, that's one of my favourite verses. way to go, champ!
miss ya
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