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I came to where the road divides I wondered which way I was to go Then something shiny caught my eye It was a silver fork and I said ** ! Perhaps a little on up above A spoon or knife will lay way lade And I can find it before the flood And if I do my day is made Now if only I had some marmalade A truck driver told me always go to the right Never make the mistake of turning left Wouldn't that always be driving in circles He said that's the meaning of life So I threw the fork back on the road And took the left fork full of toad(s) See all that glitters is broken glass Ask Cleopatra and her asp
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
Fork
I came to where the road divides I wondered which way I was to go Then something shiny caught my eye It was a silver fork and I said ** ! Perhaps a little on up above A spoon or knife will lay way lade And I can find it before the flood And if I do my day is made Now if only I had some marmalade A truck driver told me always go to the right Never make the mistake of turning left Wouldn't that always be driving in circles He said that's the meaning of life So I threw the fork back on the road And took the left fork full of toad(s) See all that glitters is broken glass Ask Cleopatra and her asp
What the frog ?
South-by-Southwest
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75/M/Birmingham , Alabama
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
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