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That Guy (Now what?!)

I don't wear pajamas
kid shit
if I wore anything
(but I don't)
prob'bly be
sump'm like
"Hey Stella... Stella"
tore up tank
and maybe
some boxers
but that just means
more laundry
so I doubt they would be
any fresher than
the rest of me
by the way,
no colors, white only
on those boxers
otherwise they start lookin'
too much like
and I do not like

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is beginning to sound like every other guy. And I am saying that in a good sense. He's the kind of bloke you'd like for a friend. Straightforward, unassuming, grounded, with no BS.

'Break, break break on thy cold grey stones, O Sea.'

do you know some people find that shocking?

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