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An underlying theme, Of the Shannonball As fresh fur roams the hall And soon will come the chill of the fall , and well both be stuck inside the foreign warmth of the mall nd even though you sleep down the hall, I wonder if you think of me as your light free lids begin to fall (Side note) Your the perfect amount of TALL But, Why can't I seem to write anything that doesn't involve you ? I mean **** it was hidden from view From an entire crew Why'd you have to be a pen and not a pencil ? A stencil and a fossil, of a clearly ancient soul, If you'll please excuse me, I think ill have a hard time getting on my way But god **** it I have trouble stomaching all the god dammits I wish to say, but I save my tongue for another day Where I guess I won't be the bad guy Even though I never was. Except I always will be
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Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
I should stop writing about owls when I'm drunk
An underlying theme, Of the Shannonball As fresh fur roams the hall And soon will come the chill of the fall , and well both be stuck inside the foreign warmth of the mall nd even though you sleep down the hall, I wonder if you think of me as your light free lids begin to fall (Side note) Your the perfect amount of TALL But, Why can't I seem to write anything that doesn't involve you ? I mean **** it was hidden from view From an entire crew Why'd you have to be a pen and not a pencil ? A stencil and a fossil, of a clearly ancient soul, If you'll please excuse me, I think ill have a hard time getting on my way But god **** it I have trouble stomaching all the god dammits I wish to say, but I save my tongue for another day Where I guess I won't be the bad guy Even though I never was. Except I always will be
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Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
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