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No no no The words are streaked in ink not of mine Tonight the clouds Are white an' smell of pine The night is not A friend of either yours or mine The night Is a friend Of nature's ill advised Sign Take What you will Swill all the Bills Advise The Ancestors Because weight sees All the past Spenders
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Aug 19, 2011
Aug 19, 2011 at 5:09 AM UTC
No no no
No no no The words are streaked in ink not of mine Tonight the clouds Are white an' smell of pine The night is not A friend of either yours or mine The night Is a friend Of nature's ill advised Sign Take What you will Swill all the Bills Advise The Ancestors Because weight sees All the past Spenders
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ashby-brown
Aug 19, 2011
Aug 19, 2011 at 5:09 AM UTC
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