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Look! On this gorgeous February day, I find myself chain-smoking, shoving handfuls of Cadbury Mini-Eggs into my mouth, and generally being very unproductive when it comes to gettin' famous. I've been talking about copying the poem below and giving it out to anybody and everybody who asks 'So, have you written anything?' 8 Count from my bed one flies one is left, my typewriter is and I am just thought I'd Forever 23, my ass - 01.25.06 P-Nutz - 01.20.06 My nose hurts - 01.16.06 And really bad eggs - 01.13.06 I ain't no Alex Trebek - 01.11.06 � |
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