Anyone want to start a 40's era cult? We'll close ourselves off from modern society and just swing dance and shit.
*flicks lighter* *burns a Lucky Strike*
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"Come on boy, come on girl,
succumb to the beat surrender" - The Jam
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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