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Touch the fur of the buffalo Swim the sea of heat 1 million fish Dead on the shore Black Death the reason They live no more 53 seconds till closing Finish what you have started Exit through the door in the back The front is already locked Keep a close eye on the clock The event which has consumed your time Is nearly done Board the bus in a fashion Not to disturb the driver Sit with the person you Once knew Place your bag above your seat The trip is short But very sweet As you know the time for laughter is done Look into the eyes of every one Drive into the morning sun When the bus comes to a stop You may exit the way you got on But remember Don’t disturb the keeper of the ground
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Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 6:29 PM UTC
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Touch the fur of the buffalo Swim the sea of heat 1 million fish Dead on the shore Black Death the reason They live no more 53 seconds till closing Finish what you have started Exit through the door in the back The front is already locked Keep a close eye on the clock The event which has consumed your time Is nearly done Board the bus in a fashion Not to disturb the driver Sit with the person you Once knew Place your bag above your seat The trip is short But very sweet As you know the time for laughter is done Look into the eyes of every one Drive into the morning sun When the bus comes to a stop You may exit the way you got on But remember Don’t disturb the keeper of the ground
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nicholas-ferguson
Canadian
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 6:29 PM UTC
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