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And there comes a time when the boys will stop flipping gold As though it were dimes, pennies or quarters When the men would step in and ****** the gold away and say "Son, thou shalt not play with such value as though it be worthless" Then perhaps the gold may be saved, swiftly put in the pockets of men In exchange of some quarters, pennies and dimes to some boys.
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Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 3:16 AM UTC
Flipping gold.
And there comes a time when the boys will stop flipping gold As though it were dimes, pennies or quarters When the men would step in and ****** the gold away and say "Son, thou shalt not play with such value as though it be worthless" Then perhaps the gold may be saved, swiftly put in the pockets of men In exchange of some quarters, pennies and dimes to some boys.
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Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 3:16 AM UTC
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