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This is a ludacris joke Like the charming chivalry of a cowpoke How we go about in our little world Thinking we matter Call me the cynical one but.... You are just lying again to yourself What a way to live stuck in your medialand Where love is expected not appreciated For the flower it is One that can be plucked to die at any moment Movies don't show the nurture So how many have a green thumb nowadays?
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