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All my friends are getting married,
Yes, they're all growing old,
They're all staying home on the weekend,
They're all doing what they're told.
If you had just a minute to breathe,
And they granted you one final wish,
Would you ask for something
Like another chance?
-- Traffic, "The Low Spark of High Heeled Boys"
My darling wife was always glum.
I drowned her in a cask of rum,
And so made sure that she would stay
In better spirits night and d
🎫 -- 🐳 -- 💚 -- 📕 -- 📒 -- 👾 -- 🌂 -- 💛 -- 🚙 -- 👳 -- 🎽 -- 🔋 -- 🌸 -- 🥞 -- 📘
Vomits infront of it