Ok, you got me, yes, I lied
But something down there, deep inside,
Tucked behind my left aorta
Kinda told me that I orta
Maybe, somehow let you know,
Even if you told me so,
Now don't go left this go too far,
I somehow, sorta, crashed your car.
Merry Christmas?
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I should write at four thirty in the morning more often.
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