The boy is seventeen months old, sitting in the backseat, pounding his tiny fist on the car seat in perfect time, crooning delightedly as he beats out the crude stomp of "Seven Nation Army."
He's going to outlive us all.
The music is in good hands.
the ant finds kingdoms in a yard of ground
The boy is seventeen months old, sitting in the backseat, pounding his tiny fist on the car seat in perfect time, crooning delightedly as he beats out the crude stomp of "Seven Nation Army."
He's going to outlive us all.
The music is in good hands.
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