Hi I'm Franka and I don't even know what this blog is anymore

I talk about Jersey Boys a lot

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He was a poet of the real. He knew all about cows, bulls, cars, and ocean tides. He had the enthusiasm of a boy. He could always tell you his first vivid impression of a thing. He had an old-fashioned politeness, but he said nothing casually.

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