I have to say, that if my darling children would clean up after themselves, they wouldn't have to worry what I may find under their beds, or in their closet, or in plain sight for all to see. I was in Eddie's (Or the Edster's) room, cleaning up and I saw the papers on the floor. They were rock lyrics. He and his good friend Sam, or is it Samster, apparently have plans to form a band. More power to them. I just had to save the workings of greatness. 
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