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When I took my words to The permission man, he was Less than enthused. “No, no,” He said, “these won’t do. They’re Robotic and archaic - and this one’s Overused.” “Well pardon me, sir, But all I have are these. You see, My pen is a keyboard, and I have Backspaced all the previous drafts.” But he just frowned and turned away And told me to return some other day.
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Sep 11, 2010
Sep 11, 2010 at 7:01 PM UTC
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When I took my words to The permission man, he was Less than enthused. “No, no,” He said, “these won’t do. They’re Robotic and archaic - and this one’s Overused.” “Well pardon me, sir, But all I have are these. You see, My pen is a keyboard, and I have Backspaced all the previous drafts.” But he just frowned and turned away And told me to return some other day.
share, don't steal, blah blah Just a little doodle that was stuck in my head.
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Sep 11, 2010
Sep 11, 2010 at 7:01 PM UTC
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