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Tuesday, June 17, 2008 at 01:44PM
If you remember summer, you'll remember these classics. grown, heated, cool grooves for that backyard cookout. I smell the burnt hotdogs and the hear the ice tingle in that vodka and cranberry. The old folks bobbing their head and feelin those summers of the past. A toast to summer.
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