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George
written by TowelytheThing11:10 PM 4/26/04I first saw it...
It was perfect.
The person wrung it up.
But my mom forgot her credit card.
Hold on she said.
Lets go home and come back.
Jamin' to finger eleven in the car,
We hurried home.
Grabbing the visa,
I ran out the door.
The person wrung it up again,
I'll call you George I said.
George the cell phone. |
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George is so kool :)
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