Baby-makers?
Anybody besides Melissa and Emily making babies at the moment? :)
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Give me your reason, give me your rhyme So I can tempo me to your time, So I can scratch your surface and be A deeper part of the mystery. To be undone, to be alone To live life in monotone. I reach the beach and try to ignore The warning I'd known long before
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Not that I know of!
Cutty say he can't hang.
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