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[bodytext] => The modern age common man One hand out the other call it pocket hand He’s the type to chew cigarettes, and smoke gum He’ll blow it in your face just for fun And when all is said and done He will tell you he loves you And he’s back on the run. All these girls go head over heels But the stretch isn’t worth the feel You gotta wonder sometimes is this really real? The modern man was an illusion sorry for the confusion But that’s whats left when you use cigarette smoke as aroma therapy [comments] => 2 [counter] => 285 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Iam [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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