Every once in awhile the owner comes down and spins your head ---------------->

Single, immature 30's
But bold and brash
and mature 40's
And sage but
Wicked 50's

And dusty lie me
In my remonstrance
For this sepulchre
Of litmus
And aeration
And who is it
And underneath
And jazz
And read the label
And whatever happened to thinking 
That I was going to get it all by now

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