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Friday, January 28, 2005
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Old 'yo
Mirror lookin', ain't nothin' cookin'.
Old, gold, teeth are yellow. Lots of years. Yeah, I'm mellow.
Gettin' brittle, can't fiddle, not in the middle. What's the use-no more juice.
I'm over, I'm out, what's it all about. Time spent, money sent, shuttin' down, no more a gent.
Saw a skirt, ain't no flirt, what it is, old as dirt.
Word
Phynerk-eshia
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