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Balzac is beading, Robespierre is reading, Introversion I am needing, Reflections I am heeding, In old bat cave central, Like an ancient Sybil, hypothetical, Wisdom is supposed to come with age, As Balzac turns his own page, Why am I more religious than the Pope? Can any faith give Earthlings hope? Better than folk smoking dope! If you have a problems embarrassing, Bring them here for my listening, Sage advice I am providing, Reflections I am heeding, Yes, boys, beer understands, How did dinosaurs make it in Pleistocene lands? Answer: they didn't, for beer, no hands, Yes, reflections I am heeding, Humans are minute cosmic specks, spinning, On a pebble in Outer Space, clinging, If gravity didn't **** we'd all be floating, Reflections I am heeding, As Robespierre shall keep reading, Then Balzac shall be beading......
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Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC
BALZAC AND ROBESPIERRE......
Balzac is beading, Robespierre is reading, Introversion I am needing, Reflections I am heeding, In old bat cave central, Like an ancient Sybil, hypothetical, Wisdom is supposed to come with age, As Balzac turns his own page, Why am I more religious than the Pope? Can any faith give Earthlings hope? Better than folk smoking dope! If you have a problems embarrassing, Bring them here for my listening, Sage advice I am providing, Reflections I am heeding, Yes, boys, beer understands, How did dinosaurs make it in Pleistocene lands? Answer: they didn't, for beer, no hands, Yes, reflections I am heeding, Humans are minute cosmic specks, spinning, On a pebble in Outer Space, clinging, If gravity didn't **** we'd all be floating, Reflections I am heeding, As Robespierre shall keep reading, Then Balzac shall be beading......
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Aug 16, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC
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