thursday

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You open the door and into the wild you go. All you can hear is noise, Noise mad by fans and announcers. Its a Thursday night and you came to eat all you can. I see a man approaching me in gray, yellow, and white.
One small grey Thursday Fog drifts up from the valley At least the birds are gay
I met her on a Thursday.I talked with her on a Thursday.I bought her a coffee and gave her my number and fell for her on a Thursday.
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