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Ready for sleep and lying in my bed.. I heard this music spinning 'round in my head.. I wasn't dreaming, I knew it was there, and it was coming from my Frigidaire.. As I opened up the door, to my surprise.. The Pork Chops were dancing with the Chicken Thighs.. They said, "don't bother us now, 'cause were really hot, none of us are gonna sit in here and rot.." Sweet Fruit and some Juices were doing it too, and the Milk standing tall was singing Moo, Moo, Moo.. As I opened up the freezer, I heard a different beat.. All of the other stuff was grooving with the Meat.. Everybody was getting down, then I gently closed the door.. But I see no rest for me, this night.. My feet keep tapping on the floor..
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
The Frigidaire
Ready for sleep and lying in my bed.. I heard this music spinning 'round in my head.. I wasn't dreaming, I knew it was there, and it was coming from my Frigidaire.. As I opened up the door, to my surprise.. The Pork Chops were dancing with the Chicken Thighs.. They said, "don't bother us now, 'cause were really hot, none of us are gonna sit in here and rot.." Sweet Fruit and some Juices were doing it too, and the Milk standing tall was singing Moo, Moo, Moo.. As I opened up the freezer, I heard a different beat.. All of the other stuff was grooving with the Meat.. Everybody was getting down, then I gently closed the door.. But I see no rest for me, this night.. My feet keep tapping on the floor..
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john-leroy-maxwell
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
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