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Is there a reason is there an aisle, for the pile, for just a while a box, that holds rocks, and room for my socks a clamp, to put on my cramp, hold my stamp a day, when I can say, it's gone my way an eye, made for a fly, without a sty a flag, or a paper bag, to cover the drag queen a goat, that you know will float, without a boat a house, for my mouse, a lacy blouse an imagination, for a nation, needing salvation a jeepers, without a creepers, and no peepers a kite, that flies alnight, until it's right a lesson, learned from confesson, without guessin a mole, in every hole, who likes rock and roll a nerd, who looks like a bird, that's what I heard an oil, our waters will boil, you've ruined the soil a potion, or a lotion, that enhances the motion a queen, whos really keen, on old James Dean a reason, for commiting treason, in any season a space, in this place, to put my face a time, to do my rhyme, is it a crime an Ull, unknown to Krull, whose blade is dull a vacuum, in every room, or just a broom a way, to ever say, you need not pray a Xe, to strong for me, a trace I see a yak, the color black, behind my back a zama, in Alabama, Phi Slamma Jamma Gomer LePoet...
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Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 4:07 AM UTC
Is there a reason
Is there a reason is there an aisle, for the pile, for just a while a box, that holds rocks, and room for my socks a clamp, to put on my cramp, hold my stamp a day, when I can say, it's gone my way an eye, made for a fly, without a sty a flag, or a paper bag, to cover the drag queen a goat, that you know will float, without a boat a house, for my mouse, a lacy blouse an imagination, for a nation, needing salvation a jeepers, without a creepers, and no peepers a kite, that flies alnight, until it's right a lesson, learned from confesson, without guessin a mole, in every hole, who likes rock and roll a nerd, who looks like a bird, that's what I heard an oil, our waters will boil, you've ruined the soil a potion, or a lotion, that enhances the motion a queen, whos really keen, on old James Dean a reason, for commiting treason, in any season a space, in this place, to put my face a time, to do my rhyme, is it a crime an Ull, unknown to Krull, whose blade is dull a vacuum, in every room, or just a broom a way, to ever say, you need not pray a Xe, to strong for me, a trace I see a yak, the color black, behind my back a zama, in Alabama, Phi Slamma Jamma Gomer LePoet...
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Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 4:07 AM UTC
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