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Daily Archives: December 22, 2006
The World is a Small Town
Don’t want much, but that’s all right Nothing much happens here on Saturday night Get laid, get drunk, get in a fight Maybe all three Maybe at the same time Don’t need nothing, but that’s OK Nothing much here to … Continue reading
Posted in Poems, Statements
Tagged expectations, happiness, history, individuality, limitations, maturity, small towns
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