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Yesterday to some is best forgotten,
like old times there in the land of cotten. look away,look away,look away yesterday! Today has come and we awaken to coffee, donuts and traffic jams. but we wish it was thanksgiving with turkey,pies and candied yams! Tomorrow we know will never arrive, it just rushes in at the blink of an eye. Everything is always free tomorrow,and now we all remember why!!
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