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Suphisticated


As the clock ticks you grow while the children watch, as the children play you sit back and work all day. When graduation day come you may throw your why the children sit back and clap.

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holidayboy
<p>The fact that it came from my heart, and what peer presure cause of most of my fellow peers.</p>

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