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In this house Of toys Built by Penn, The gable never peaks Higher, higher... It soars from sand through air And surging storm Defying the weeping rain And her ominous refrain Pitter, patter... The owls knew But their sage counsel Fizzled in the wind Hoo, hoo... Bulls bred on steroids From Farm Fed Rang the bell Moo, moo... Goring without prejudice Matadors who didn't see red Until their dreams bled On the front lawn Like lambs of lore Maaa, maaa... And the house Of toys Built by Penn Crumbled in the sand Levered string severed By the red marching band ~ P (#HouseOfToys) 1/4/2015
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC
House of Toys
In this house Of toys Built by Penn, The gable never peaks Higher, higher... It soars from sand through air And surging storm Defying the weeping rain And her ominous refrain Pitter, patter... The owls knew But their sage counsel Fizzled in the wind Hoo, hoo... Bulls bred on steroids From Farm Fed Rang the bell Moo, moo... Goring without prejudice Matadors who didn't see red Until their dreams bled On the front lawn Like lambs of lore Maaa, maaa... And the house Of toys Built by Penn Crumbled in the sand Levered string severed By the red marching band ~ P (#HouseOfToys) 1/4/2015
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Guyanese
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC
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