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Yahoo Boohoo
Yahoo's ruint Yahoo. (again 'gainst all the, you know: whosos.)
How'm I gonna git my things outa the house?
She's shredded my files tree; throws shill in m'face when I'm tryin' git m'keys in th' lock(s) so re'ranged... 'r find the butt'ns t' push on th' "NEW" door(s).
Won' let me pas' the porch wh'n I'm with Opera.
Gotta be common to commerce. Done 'n done got the Classic kilt with knife-in-the-night.
Show's y'what a 25 y'r-old mail-carrier's wants is worth in the post-modern. post-industr'all scheme-o'-things. Back-door hobo.
Empty y'r pockets people; we're collectin' all the coins.
Get y'all get re-registered right after Christmas. Farcebook.
Otherwise, looks like Opera's got one foot on the dock the other on the sloop a-slippin' a-weigh,
FM, flagship again. Thank you crew.
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