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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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