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Life doesn't always hand you lemons like snowballs they can be thrown at your legs Down on your knees you'll go, because lemons are much harder than snowballs you know. Crippling you for however long, this harsh act forces you to crawl. Don't expect a wheelchair, there wont be one for you. We all crawled at one point or another a past lesson; a past stepping stone on how to walk if you can remember,which I doubt you can crawling was much easier then. Back then you weren't use to standing on your feet. But for whatever reason life decided to chunk a lemon your way knock you down in the middle of the road, then run off like some silly little girl, all the while laughing of course Life chose you. You with your habit of bad luck and terrible morning breath... Keep your head up when you start crawl, if not you'll miss the ladder. As one of life's wonderful attempts to keep you down just keep going, keep moving forward and when you see that ladder... don't climb it. Use it to stand back up then hunt down a brand new lemon squeezer, cause I can guarantee life 'misplaced' your last one... on purpose of course.
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Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 6:49 PM UTC
Life's Lemons
Life doesn't always hand you lemons like snowballs they can be thrown at your legs Down on your knees you'll go, because lemons are much harder than snowballs you know. Crippling you for however long, this harsh act forces you to crawl. Don't expect a wheelchair, there wont be one for you. We all crawled at one point or another a past lesson; a past stepping stone on how to walk if you can remember,which I doubt you can crawling was much easier then. Back then you weren't use to standing on your feet. But for whatever reason life decided to chunk a lemon your way knock you down in the middle of the road, then run off like some silly little girl, all the while laughing of course Life chose you. You with your habit of bad luck and terrible morning breath... Keep your head up when you start crawl, if not you'll miss the ladder. As one of life's wonderful attempts to keep you down just keep going, keep moving forward and when you see that ladder... don't climb it. Use it to stand back up then hunt down a brand new lemon squeezer, cause I can guarantee life 'misplaced' your last one... on purpose of course.
You can try to hide if you have a good spot in mind,but you better move fast...real fast. No one throw's 'em like life.
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Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 6:49 PM UTC
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