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They gave you all these crazy pills So when you look on window sills You will see a daffodil And want nothing but to sit still While the warden gets a thrill From all the monkeys' howls and shrills Knowing that in time the will Will succumb to pleasant ills After all it pays the bills And you can't line em' up to **** Might as well get your fill Entertainment with the frills Meanwhile a man with brain of quills Is breathing like a fish with gills And looking up, out to the hills Where he sees young Jack and Jill Dancing 'neath an old windmill Or maybe it was all just nil Guess we'll never know until --
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:40 PM UTC
Siberian Mist
They gave you all these crazy pills So when you look on window sills You will see a daffodil And want nothing but to sit still While the warden gets a thrill From all the monkeys' howls and shrills Knowing that in time the will Will succumb to pleasant ills After all it pays the bills And you can't line em' up to **** Might as well get your fill Entertainment with the frills Meanwhile a man with brain of quills Is breathing like a fish with gills And looking up, out to the hills Where he sees young Jack and Jill Dancing 'neath an old windmill Or maybe it was all just nil Guess we'll never know until --
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:40 PM UTC
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