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I watched her sniff a line of ******* From the mahogany table where we first ****** This wasn’t in the Cabinet Room This was in our apartment The place where I presided over the affairs with the aid of my Lady During the night of Bastille we blew ourselves sky high We aren’t French and I don’t know much about the Revolution But the Eiffel Tower was aglow with the cracking of fireworks And many people were keen on celebration So we thought we’d hit powder But not even Moriarty could have conjured the evil that next sprang upon our fête When we realized that as we were approaching the heavens like the 7 of Mercury Our friend pulled a prank and made our martinis with sweet vermouth instead of dry Then we all began to crash into the Atlantic
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Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
The Space Race for Norma Jeane
I watched her sniff a line of ******* From the mahogany table where we first ****** This wasn’t in the Cabinet Room This was in our apartment The place where I presided over the affairs with the aid of my Lady During the night of Bastille we blew ourselves sky high We aren’t French and I don’t know much about the Revolution But the Eiffel Tower was aglow with the cracking of fireworks And many people were keen on celebration So we thought we’d hit powder But not even Moriarty could have conjured the evil that next sprang upon our fête When we realized that as we were approaching the heavens like the 7 of Mercury Our friend pulled a prank and made our martinis with sweet vermouth instead of dry Then we all began to crash into the Atlantic
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Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
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