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So we are taught that the need for greed is greater than the need for nothing at all and nothing at all is what kite flyers get when they let go of the string, it's a hollow thing when your stomach rings out the hour on the hour and your power of locomotion was left in the pawn shop the one stop to top up your wallet or purse could be worse that packet of peas in the kitchen will please as you check book recipes for a pea dinner on a winner or not the day's still quite hot so you save on the heating you also save on the eating when you find that the mice have eaten all the peas mice do just as they please. I wish I was a mouse paying no rent for my house and eating dried peas. So the scene's being set for a bet on the horses the bingo's a no go because the callers a know it all and he caught you cheating that's why you would have been eating peas if the mice hadn't of beaten you to the kitchen do you understand that the balance of probability is out of your hands as you hand in your wager to the girl at the counter and she counts out your winnings and you think that it's cricket and go in for one more innings and lose the whole wedge We're on the edge and we're tipping as the whole world starts ripping us apart.
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Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
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So we are taught that the need for greed is greater than the need for nothing at all and nothing at all is what kite flyers get when they let go of the string, it's a hollow thing when your stomach rings out the hour on the hour and your power of locomotion was left in the pawn shop the one stop to top up your wallet or purse could be worse that packet of peas in the kitchen will please as you check book recipes for a pea dinner on a winner or not the day's still quite hot so you save on the heating you also save on the eating when you find that the mice have eaten all the peas mice do just as they please. I wish I was a mouse paying no rent for my house and eating dried peas. So the scene's being set for a bet on the horses the bingo's a no go because the callers a know it all and he caught you cheating that's why you would have been eating peas if the mice hadn't of beaten you to the kitchen do you understand that the balance of probability is out of your hands as you hand in your wager to the girl at the counter and she counts out your winnings and you think that it's cricket and go in for one more innings and lose the whole wedge We're on the edge and we're tipping as the whole world starts ripping us apart.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
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