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... on the other side  :P Money don't grow any greener The mean streets are getting meaner Come and get me pretty please When you find some grow on trees! Wake up! Smell the Dunkin Donuts! We're in the Twilight Zone like robots... Every cloud is silver lined Even one that's in your mind And when you find fate's shut the door You'll find a hatchway... ... in the floor! SoulSurvivor (C) 7/16/2015
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
money doesn't grow greener over the septic tank...
... on the other side  :P Money don't grow any greener The mean streets are getting meaner Come and get me pretty please When you find some grow on trees! Wake up! Smell the Dunkin Donuts! We're in the Twilight Zone like robots... Every cloud is silver lined Even one that's in your mind And when you find fate's shut the door You'll find a hatchway... ... in the floor! SoulSurvivor (C) 7/16/2015
Inspired by Wolf Spirit's "stop and smell the what?" and a nod to Erma Bombeck "The grass is always greener over the septic tank" ---
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
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