Not a root but a calling from childhood
"It's on the goldenrod"
Well it's time to set the record straight:
I was the one who sniffed the mimeograph ink and, yes, I got really high.
I was the one who left the popsicle stick in the yard (I don't remember doing it, but it had to have been me).
I let Tiffany out of the back yard the day she got hit by the car.
I took a swig of my dying father's opiate cocktail (and I'd do it again).
(B)orrow money from a friend. You shouldn't drink!
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