Pull black that blue day and lay chest out with open soaring higher now showing: "the wear and the tear". The years have been unkind to this ol' ticker! You're not a machine, but real flesh and blood. Oh baby. When you're all out of love and the spark has died out, there's no place left to turn but the slums of the heart.
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What a cute blog post! I hope you remain depressed for years and years Eddie! =)
Tell the liberals up there on the hill that we want our country back!
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