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Three hundred sixty five thousand rats are born daily. One or two could be a mouse and these numbers aren't failing. The rat pops out and starts racing through the maze the bells are loud He sits in class dazed walking across the Stage completely amazed in rage. This is it? Off to the rat factory constructing little rat watches too costly for his hourly jealously he covets his rat mouth tastes sour. Comfort, a paw swipe away promised he was Happily Ever After he'll get it someday One way or another Even if he hasn't to steal, cheat, and lie Even if he has to die.
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
Rat Race
Three hundred sixty five thousand rats are born daily. One or two could be a mouse and these numbers aren't failing. The rat pops out and starts racing through the maze the bells are loud He sits in class dazed walking across the Stage completely amazed in rage. This is it? Off to the rat factory constructing little rat watches too costly for his hourly jealously he covets his rat mouth tastes sour. Comfort, a paw swipe away promised he was Happily Ever After he'll get it someday One way or another Even if he hasn't to steal, cheat, and lie Even if he has to die.
Kindredspirit
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
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