you went to boots,
to die ya roots,
fell on ya back,
n hurt ya crack,
ya cried to ya moma,
wot a site,
ya shud be proud,
coz u are getin grey n old,
its not all that fun,
when ya button comes undone,
ya mom sed it wud be ok,
but yno it aint,
wot ya gona do
ya have no plot.!
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