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| Anymore |
1/17/2009
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It's amazing to me that we see things differently.
Like is the sky blue or is it grey?
Could be seen in a number of ways.
And is my dog okay after a fight?
And who is wrong or who is right?
What do I say when the bed bugs don't tuck me in at night?
Do they still hear me snore?
Or do they get confused and violate my dreams I'm about to explore?
And why did my dog just sigh?
I wish I had more money.
This stuff just isn't funny.
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