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May I a penny for your thoughts? Said the voice of reasons chat. But I hold my tongue as still I think, Curiosity killed the cat. As I burn the midnight oil, In the job that I don't have. Add salt to the wound of truth, Just burn the other half. I'm stuck between two choices, Caught between two stools. Cross that bridge when you come to it, Find the unavailable tools. Maybe what they say is really the case, Actions speak louder than words. If that's true, you'll find ecstasy, Using one stone, but killing two birds.
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 10:39 PM UTC
Bury The Truth
May I a penny for your thoughts? Said the voice of reasons chat. But I hold my tongue as still I think, Curiosity killed the cat. As I burn the midnight oil, In the job that I don't have. Add salt to the wound of truth, Just burn the other half. I'm stuck between two choices, Caught between two stools. Cross that bridge when you come to it, Find the unavailable tools. Maybe what they say is really the case, Actions speak louder than words. If that's true, you'll find ecstasy, Using one stone, but killing two birds.
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 10:39 PM UTC
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