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Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Epitome of Joy for a Twelve Year Old Boy
Forget the bat and baseball Drop the glove There are a few things dearer For a boy to love There’s music in the distance To give his spine a chill Lo, sleek awesome beauty A red Ferrari comes over the hill
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