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The squeaky wheel gets greased, the noisy person gets appeased. Don't ask, don't tell, take swig from the keg Do first, no consequence, then for forgiveness beg. If you did no wrong   Or you did know wrong, from right, go ahead play along. They might donate a defence fund. This story is so far gone, the centre has been lost. At a tragic cost. Sad. The attention is now shifted, into the wind, So tack, tack, tack, attack, is all you can find to do. Sadder Boys will be boys, in a world which desperately needs men of H umble,                                                                                                                        I ntegrity,                                                                                                                        S obriety,                                                                                                                        C ourage,                                                                                                                        R esponsibility,                                                                                                                        O bedient,                                                                                                                        S erious,                                                                                                                        S trong. Men of Character. Was that a squeak I heard? Or a scrape of your chair as you stood?
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
The Squeaky Wheel
The squeaky wheel gets greased, the noisy person gets appeased. Don't ask, don't tell, take swig from the keg Do first, no consequence, then for forgiveness beg. If you did no wrong   Or you did know wrong, from right, go ahead play along. They might donate a defence fund. This story is so far gone, the centre has been lost. At a tragic cost. Sad. The attention is now shifted, into the wind, So tack, tack, tack, attack, is all you can find to do. Sadder Boys will be boys, in a world which desperately needs men of H umble,                                                                                                                        I ntegrity,                                                                                                                        S obriety,                                                                                                                        C ourage,                                                                                                                        R esponsibility,                                                                                                                        O bedient,                                                                                                                        S erious,                                                                                                                        S trong. Men of Character. Was that a squeak I heard? Or a scrape of your chair as you stood?
Okay. May be considered strong content. Part of me wants it to be objectionable the other part of me is waiting...
darrell-wade-elverum
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
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