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It's a funhouse of smoke and mirrors, Where the unnatural angles & fumes Have clearly affected their proprietors. It's an old-timey, ****** circus; The performing artists are mismanaged By ringleaders who may be animals. It's a rigged boardwalk game; The hoop's too small or pegs too thick, Baskets too tight or ***** too corpulent. You can hit it square on, Swing the hammer with a force sufficient, But the bell hasn't been ringing. Grab a hotdog, Order a slice, Get your popcorn & crackerjacks, Your cotton candy & cream iced. That sugar is a rush, Like laffy taffy freebased off of a fish which is Swedish. Get in your distractions, Cause I don't forsee you winning.
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Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 2:12 AM UTC
Boardwalk Of Cobblestones
It's a funhouse of smoke and mirrors, Where the unnatural angles & fumes Have clearly affected their proprietors. It's an old-timey, ****** circus; The performing artists are mismanaged By ringleaders who may be animals. It's a rigged boardwalk game; The hoop's too small or pegs too thick, Baskets too tight or ***** too corpulent. You can hit it square on, Swing the hammer with a force sufficient, But the bell hasn't been ringing. Grab a hotdog, Order a slice, Get your popcorn & crackerjacks, Your cotton candy & cream iced. That sugar is a rush, Like laffy taffy freebased off of a fish which is Swedish. Get in your distractions, Cause I don't forsee you winning.
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Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 2:12 AM UTC
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