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Remember back in the day when we'd cop some dope, score a lid, hide from the pigs and have groovy far out trips? Uptight and outta sight!!!!!! Then we'd all sing in the key of thC, all we need is love. Those were the days...
(Do I sound like them old farts who used to say, When I was a youngun we'd walk five miles to school in the snow with cardboard soles on our shoes cuz we didn't have no money for rubber soles durin the depression...
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