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I have a song, a little ditty that I came up with when I accidently got gas on me while putting it in a scooter:
Gasoline! Gasoline! Gasoliiine!
Keeps the boys away from me.....
Gasoline Gasoliiiine!
What do you want from me......
Smell like gasoliiine gasoliiine.....gasoliiine....
There that's it. Don't let my talent overwhelm you.
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Show me a sane man, and I will cure him for you.- Carl Jung 
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