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17

Nobody under 18 is allowed in the club!”
While my friends enjoy themselves I might as well go home and cry in the tub,
They want me to try to sneak my way inside,
Now that I think of it I should’ve just stayed home and cried,
The wig didn’t work or the fake moustache,
I was better off offering him money from my secret stash,
Even though having a fake id is a serious crime,
I really really really wanted to have a good time,
As I went up to show my ID,
Some guy got thrown out right in front me,
That made me leave and I wanted to forget about this day,
I won’t have to worry about this problem in May!

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