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He stood there Howling Yowling Cracking his whip Beating and flailing His horse in the dust Collecting flies Bloating in the sun And he was getting nowhere fast
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Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 3:58 PM UTC
Beating a Dead Horse
He stood there Howling Yowling Cracking his whip Beating and flailing His horse in the dust Collecting flies Bloating in the sun And he was getting nowhere fast
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Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 3:58 PM UTC
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