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giggity giggitty
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Where have all the flowers gone?
The flower of my youth ... left in the dust. The flower of my innocence ... in a college dorm room. The flower of my exuberance ... in a noisy, busy emergency room after one too many close calls. The flower of my patience ... who knows? I got tired of looking for it. ![]() The flower of my naivete ... on the floor of the TV room after yet another newscast showing poverty, starvation, cruelty and genocide.
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