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Well, hello! Nice to meet you, I welcome you to come see The Land of the Words, That's within you and me Tell me, what is it? What words do you seek? Are you trying to vaguely describe all the bleak? Well, come in! We’ve got it, A library of words To use at the times where yours just never work We’ve got, you name it Every word that there is Obscure, slick and slimy Eternal and bliss Or maybe enlightened Audacity, please? Do they properly describe your Brown dungaree jeans? No worries, don’t fret Don't think I'm done yet Sit back and hold on, Those words, you'll regret Bungalow, bushy, cabal and unclean Tremendously, vacant And blindly obscene Tattered and broken Lies and Unspoken Do they speak to you mind, Like they are a foretoken? Cataclysms with dark exorcisms Punk, goth and metal And hooliganism? Tell me, what is it The library goes on I’ll talk your ears off From dusk until dawn Patiently, potent Absurdly, outspoken Is that how you’ll describe, A bright golden token? Charismatic, kick, addicts Your thoughts are a savage Discombobulate, ravage The words can be baggage Keep looking, it’s there, Every word, and I swear They exist to make circles Out of regular squares
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
Land of the words
Well, hello! Nice to meet you, I welcome you to come see The Land of the Words, That's within you and me Tell me, what is it? What words do you seek? Are you trying to vaguely describe all the bleak? Well, come in! We’ve got it, A library of words To use at the times where yours just never work We’ve got, you name it Every word that there is Obscure, slick and slimy Eternal and bliss Or maybe enlightened Audacity, please? Do they properly describe your Brown dungaree jeans? No worries, don’t fret Don't think I'm done yet Sit back and hold on, Those words, you'll regret Bungalow, bushy, cabal and unclean Tremendously, vacant And blindly obscene Tattered and broken Lies and Unspoken Do they speak to you mind, Like they are a foretoken? Cataclysms with dark exorcisms Punk, goth and metal And hooliganism? Tell me, what is it The library goes on I’ll talk your ears off From dusk until dawn Patiently, potent Absurdly, outspoken Is that how you’ll describe, A bright golden token? Charismatic, kick, addicts Your thoughts are a savage Discombobulate, ravage The words can be baggage Keep looking, it’s there, Every word, and I swear They exist to make circles Out of regular squares
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
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