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THE CURTAINS WERE SHORT BUT WE DIDN'T WANT TO ABORT, RATHER, WE WOULD CONTINUE WITH OUR LIFE, THE WIFE SAID: 'SOME THINGS IN LIFE ARE SHORT AND MUST BE ENJOYED,' NO NEED TO BE ANNOYED AND TRAPPED IN A CONTINUAL VOID; WHEN YOU WASH YOUR LIFE IT WILL DROP TO THE RIGHT LENGTH, A NEW VISION, EVERYTHING YOU NEVER KNEW, WHAT YOU COULD DO, THEN IT WOULD COME AGAIN, NOT A CREASE, A NEW LEASE, NOW WE HAVE ANOTHER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE YEARS, CHEERS! I SEE THE FOLDS, ONE AND A HALF TIMES, IT RHYMES WITH CARING, STARING AND GLARING, A NEW BEARING, THERE'S NEW HOPE - WE WOULDN'T WANT ANY DOPE, WOULD WE? TTHE SONG'S NEARLY SUNG - IT'S GOOD EVERYTHING'S WELL HUNG, NO NEED TO TRIM, AHEM, CONSIDER THE TIES THAT BIND, I'M NOT GETTING UP THERE - NEXT TIME WE'RE HAVING BLINDS.
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
A FOOT ABOVE THE THE GROUND
THE CURTAINS WERE SHORT BUT WE DIDN'T WANT TO ABORT, RATHER, WE WOULD CONTINUE WITH OUR LIFE, THE WIFE SAID: 'SOME THINGS IN LIFE ARE SHORT AND MUST BE ENJOYED,' NO NEED TO BE ANNOYED AND TRAPPED IN A CONTINUAL VOID; WHEN YOU WASH YOUR LIFE IT WILL DROP TO THE RIGHT LENGTH, A NEW VISION, EVERYTHING YOU NEVER KNEW, WHAT YOU COULD DO, THEN IT WOULD COME AGAIN, NOT A CREASE, A NEW LEASE, NOW WE HAVE ANOTHER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE YEARS, CHEERS! I SEE THE FOLDS, ONE AND A HALF TIMES, IT RHYMES WITH CARING, STARING AND GLARING, A NEW BEARING, THERE'S NEW HOPE - WE WOULDN'T WANT ANY DOPE, WOULD WE? TTHE SONG'S NEARLY SUNG - IT'S GOOD EVERYTHING'S WELL HUNG, NO NEED TO TRIM, AHEM, CONSIDER THE TIES THAT BIND, I'M NOT GETTING UP THERE - NEXT TIME WE'RE HAVING BLINDS.
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
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