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150102
\nDown with people<\/p>\n

I’m getting old, this is a sign
\nPeople are a pet peeve of mine
\nI don’t like when they are in groups
\nI don’t like when they sit on stoops
\nI don’t like when they’re all alone
\nI don’t like when they wear cologne
\nI don’t like when they talk too much
\nI don’t like when they try to touch
\nI don’t like when they drive too fast
\nI don’t like when their girth is vast
\nI don’t like when they will not leave
\nThat’s why people are my pet peeve<\/p>\n