THERE ARE TWO KINDS OF PEOPLE IN THIS OLD TOWN THE YOUNG AND THE OLD NO IN BETWEEN CAN BE FOUND THE YOUNG THEY SPORT BIG FANCY CARS WHILE THE OLD WALK AROUND CHEWING OLD BLACK CIGARS THE YOUNG GOT THE YOUNG GIRLS WITH THE TIGHT SKIRTS THE OLD CAN'T RUN NOR JUMP BUT THEY STILL KNOW HOW TO FLIRT SOMEDAY THE YOUNG WILL GET OLD HOPEFULLY THEY'LL REMEMBER THIS STORY I JUST TOLD
Reason for writing:
JUST GOFFY AROUND SO I WROTE THIS.
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