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Playing the waiting game, one fiddles with his feet, or twiddles with his thumbs, As he fancies of a beach, pressing his teeth against his gums, Of the worlds he could explore, he finds himself indoors, and forms clouds of distant lands, In the wait of kingdom's come
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 2:26 AM UTC
Kingdom Come
Playing the waiting game, one fiddles with his feet, or twiddles with his thumbs, As he fancies of a beach, pressing his teeth against his gums, Of the worlds he could explore, he finds himself indoors, and forms clouds of distant lands, In the wait of kingdom's come
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 2:26 AM UTC
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