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The Road To Utopia I made a left at the stop light when I should have made a right now I'm left holding the bag and I'll be strung out here all night the road is paved with many turns and you must stay alert the horrid smell of rubber burns as you swerve off onto the dirt not every answer will be correct sometimes your gut is wrong someone will steer you off the path for the cost of a simple song Utopia is a state of mind not a place found on a map to always keep your razor sharp you need use a barber's strap to offer yourself for the good feel pride in the art of giving Utopia is not a place of dreams it is where you are living Gomer LePoet ....
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Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 7:10 AM UTC
The Road To Utopia
The Road To Utopia I made a left at the stop light when I should have made a right now I'm left holding the bag and I'll be strung out here all night the road is paved with many turns and you must stay alert the horrid smell of rubber burns as you swerve off onto the dirt not every answer will be correct sometimes your gut is wrong someone will steer you off the path for the cost of a simple song Utopia is a state of mind not a place found on a map to always keep your razor sharp you need use a barber's strap to offer yourself for the good feel pride in the art of giving Utopia is not a place of dreams it is where you are living Gomer LePoet ....
inspired by the duet of Nietzsche and "The Runt"
david-nelson
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Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 7:10 AM UTC
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