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Thou no work can in truth be done Ye may count hours had of fun Ye may think that tbou hast won Yet it goes and goes Lest long hours make ye sad Try in earnest to be glad I forbid thee from feeling bad Nature sews and sews Like lions roaring shiny pelt Your noble actions are well felt Pride young one is how its spelt Worship of the Jos Know in you we'll not forget it Singing high from every pulpit Have your celebration biscuit Abandoned are all woes Joyful joyful those around you Praise and adoration on cue Blazing celebrations for you In happiness' throes.
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
Proud
Thou no work can in truth be done Ye may count hours had of fun Ye may think that tbou hast won Yet it goes and goes Lest long hours make ye sad Try in earnest to be glad I forbid thee from feeling bad Nature sews and sews Like lions roaring shiny pelt Your noble actions are well felt Pride young one is how its spelt Worship of the Jos Know in you we'll not forget it Singing high from every pulpit Have your celebration biscuit Abandoned are all woes Joyful joyful those around you Praise and adoration on cue Blazing celebrations for you In happiness' throes.
#pride#congratulations
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Gender Nonconforming/Irish
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
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