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Ah, often the salesman doth smile too much usually means what he’s selling doesn’t work He’s got the knack though the midas touch he can sell ice to the eskimo, **** He has got the patter down, off the cuff On unsuspecting spenders he does lurk To praise and extol his dubious stuff If you purchase, commission, that’s his perk My heart falls to my toes, he makes it lurch Flattery can work on my emotions, park Other day couldn’t get rid, sold a torch To dodge him be up earlier than lark Next time I see him I’m running away Especially when its precious pay day
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May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 4:56 AM UTC
Salesman
Ah, often the salesman doth smile too much usually means what he’s selling doesn’t work He’s got the knack though the midas touch he can sell ice to the eskimo, **** He has got the patter down, off the cuff On unsuspecting spenders he does lurk To praise and extol his dubious stuff If you purchase, commission, that’s his perk My heart falls to my toes, he makes it lurch Flattery can work on my emotions, park Other day couldn’t get rid, sold a torch To dodge him be up earlier than lark Next time I see him I’m running away Especially when its precious pay day
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May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 4:56 AM UTC
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