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Created on: March 06, 2007 Last Updated: May 14, 2007
Thirty-seven
Could it really be?
My age is now that of
One person, old enough to drive
Combined with that of
Another person, old enough to buy alcohol?
When everyone knows
That drinking and driving
Do not mix.
So much internal conflict
So much social responsibility.....
All I really want to do is eat cake.
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