ain’t that the truth?
i be minding my business,
walking down the street,
and someone whose face i need to sit on walks by.
do i turn around?
do i pull out my camera to make the memory last forever?
what does a fox do?
well this reminds me of the wolf i saw in the barber shop yesterday…
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