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. ~His eyes are in the palm of his hand, the sky is in his mind. He wants to find new colors-- Who knows what he will find? The wind is on the front porch, the dog's mouth is quick to foam. A tornado suddenly blows you away-- a long, long way from home. Kansas is gone- the Tinman said, as the poppy fields donned a million head. A crimson explosion- a juicy, ripe plum; and a peace pipe full of ***** John, George, and Paul were comfortably numb. Poor Ringo got a blister on his drumming thumb. This day could not have been any more fun, when Paul proved, "Happiness WAS a warm gun."~ .
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Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 2:27 AM UTC
~Kansas is Gone the Tinman Said ♥
. ~His eyes are in the palm of his hand, the sky is in his mind. He wants to find new colors-- Who knows what he will find? The wind is on the front porch, the dog's mouth is quick to foam. A tornado suddenly blows you away-- a long, long way from home. Kansas is gone- the Tinman said, as the poppy fields donned a million head. A crimson explosion- a juicy, ripe plum; and a peace pipe full of ***** John, George, and Paul were comfortably numb. Poor Ringo got a blister on his drumming thumb. This day could not have been any more fun, when Paul proved, "Happiness WAS a warm gun."~ .
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Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 2:27 AM UTC
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