O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
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still young enough to feel emotional about the future whenever I hear a saxophone playing after my third martini
O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
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