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It's a twenty/twenty world of plenty so what you moaning for? you're getting everything you'd ever want and who could ask for more? Alas, my vision grows quite dim and any chance there ever was, of me getting some of anything is growing awfully slim. In a twenty/twenty when there's plenty some get more than their fair share I get none but I don't care. You'll find me at the bring and buy where I buy some,bring some find some,win some but in a twenty/twenty of lots of plenty where life tramples me and I feel empty I go gently into the night.
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
Counting conkers
It's a twenty/twenty world of plenty so what you moaning for? you're getting everything you'd ever want and who could ask for more? Alas, my vision grows quite dim and any chance there ever was, of me getting some of anything is growing awfully slim. In a twenty/twenty when there's plenty some get more than their fair share I get none but I don't care. You'll find me at the bring and buy where I buy some,bring some find some,win some but in a twenty/twenty of lots of plenty where life tramples me and I feel empty I go gently into the night.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
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