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No immediacy to what has escaped It's run back down hill Sisyphus so old he can't chase They'll be no more pushing up Except for daisies So plant it here Next to me, Big Rock We've rolled enough And never got up that great big hill In any case, I get nosebleeds When I'm that high We might just as well be happy With the ruts we've created Perhaps we've made it easier For the next guy
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
Dawn Of Sisyphus
No immediacy to what has escaped It's run back down hill Sisyphus so old he can't chase They'll be no more pushing up Except for daisies So plant it here Next to me, Big Rock We've rolled enough And never got up that great big hill In any case, I get nosebleeds When I'm that high We might just as well be happy With the ruts we've created Perhaps we've made it easier For the next guy
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
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