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Oh I ramble

Yes I ramble

I would be 

born a rambling man

But I feel like a woman

I ramble and you'll 

ramble with me

through the bramble

Ambling  aimless

with nowhere in mind

That's how

We'll find 



You and I 


  1. I have decided that you are indeed crazier than I. I am quite solaced by this fact, though for the sake of nostalgia, I must commend you on your amorous burlesque. It has been quite entertaining to reminisce our days of beguiled banter.

  2. Rejected by mistake: Watts "Big words are cool"

    My response: Ya totes.


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