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Minions marching to the pied pipers flute. Sheep herded, dressed in fancy suits. Walking amongst the crowd. I wonder if I'm allowed. To buck the trend. The rules we bend. When It's hard for us to compute.
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
The crowd
Minions marching to the pied pipers flute. Sheep herded, dressed in fancy suits. Walking amongst the crowd. I wonder if I'm allowed. To buck the trend. The rules we bend. When It's hard for us to compute.
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
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