that's mrs. mediocrity to you

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it’s cold out here.

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and a stack

of blank

pages.

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your wings.

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follow your

heart.

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this is life.

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opposites attract.

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it’s a plane…

it’s the place where

all that treasure

is buried in the sky…

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tell me,

what do you see?

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make me.

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lift your lid and

take a peek

at what’s inside.

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in the end,

she went with

a ponytail.

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