Future plans

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When I was young people would ask me,

'Tell me young one, what do you wanna be?',

My answer always seemed confussing to them,

But I didn't know what was wrong about wanting to be a he,

My abuelito still called me a gem,

So why didn't the kids understand, when all I said was,

'I wanna have muscles like the rock!",

And responded I wasn't even a pebble.

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