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when i was
a young boy
my father
took me into the city
to see a marching band
he said, “son when—”
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up and down the road in our worn out shoes, talking 'bout good things and singing the blues.
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(via lmnpnch)
when i was
a young boy
my father
took me into the city
to see a marching band
he said, “son when—”
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“A bad joke, Your Grace.”
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