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I’ve run with haste into the thistle I’ve gone from the start to the end And skipped the middle, I’ve proceeded blindly in devoid of wit I leaped o’er the fence into the paddock And found it full of **** I’ve fallen for lust and grace And whilst idle, drunk, and still It’s all simply washed away, My vessels built for calm seas It handles nothing more than swell And prefers the quiet soothing breeze, In a sudden and heavy pour The serious and sobering rains came And stranded me on this desolate shore, Miles to the east and miles to the west Two ways for me to wander And I’ve no idea which is best, Indecision is in my nature So I’ll instead build sand castles And leave the choosing up to later.
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Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 6:03 AM UTC
Haste! But In Devoid Of Wit
I’ve run with haste into the thistle I’ve gone from the start to the end And skipped the middle, I’ve proceeded blindly in devoid of wit I leaped o’er the fence into the paddock And found it full of **** I’ve fallen for lust and grace And whilst idle, drunk, and still It’s all simply washed away, My vessels built for calm seas It handles nothing more than swell And prefers the quiet soothing breeze, In a sudden and heavy pour The serious and sobering rains came And stranded me on this desolate shore, Miles to the east and miles to the west Two ways for me to wander And I’ve no idea which is best, Indecision is in my nature So I’ll instead build sand castles And leave the choosing up to later.
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Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 6:03 AM UTC
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