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I feel like a tool, A pen, knife or wrench, Applied for her will, Twisted to her gain, But I tell you now,     wing turned black, **I will not let you use me,     never again will you torque me,     never again will I bend to your will.** So you know,     for a handyman,     you don’t know a hammer from a nail.
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
Concrete Cracks, Woods Splits
I feel like a tool, A pen, knife or wrench, Applied for her will, Twisted to her gain, But I tell you now,     wing turned black, **I will not let you use me,     never again will you torque me,     never again will I bend to your will.** So you know,     for a handyman,     you don’t know a hammer from a nail.
June 16th 2013
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Nov 3, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
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