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Fri, 10/03/2014 - 00:33 -- kdav124

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The books sit in the corner collecting dust
Don't tell me I must
Don't tell me I have to sit there for hours
I'd much rather be picking a flower
But O how the books call to me a night
O what a magnificent night to take flight with knowledge

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