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Does anybody know the time? Thanks, but a.m. or p.m.? We sent Romer out for beer Has anybody here seen him? He’s got our money and my car Doesn’t it seem like a long time? Or am I losing track of things here And all my reason and rhyme? Put another song on, guys I am sick of the Grateful Dead. I’m thinking it’s all the same song Running right through my head. Freakin’ Truckin’ making me crazy. I like the song but jeez, guys There must be another one You can find one if you try. Does anybody know the time? Thanks, but a.m. or p.m.? We sent Romer out for beer Has anybody heard from him? He’s got our money and my car Doesn’t it seem like a long time? Or am I losing track of things here And all my reason and rhyme? It seems like a few hours ago Just hours of Hotel California; The Eagles singing loud, us too. Dancing, nearly getting a hernia. And didn’t someone say something About some tacos and some guac? If I don’t get something to eat soon I’m going to get up and try to walk. Does anybody know the time? Thanks, but a.m. or p.m.? We sent Romer out for beer Has anybody heard from him? He’s got our money and my car Doesn’t it seem like a long time? Or am I losing track of things here And all my reason and rhyme?
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 5:57 AM UTC
brent-kincaid
ALL SMOKED UP
Does anybody know the time? Thanks, but a.m. or p.m.? We sent Romer out for beer Has anybody here seen him? He’s got our money and my car Doesn’t it seem like a long time? Or am I losing track of things here And all my reason and rhyme? Put another song on, guys I am sick of the Grateful Dead. I’m thinking it’s all the same song Running right through my head. Freakin’ Truckin’ making me crazy. I like the song but jeez, guys There must be another one You can find one if you try. Does anybody know the time? Thanks, but a.m. or p.m.? We sent Romer out for beer Has anybody heard from him? He’s got our money and my car Doesn’t it seem like a long time? Or am I losing track of things here And all my reason and rhyme? It seems like a few hours ago Just hours of Hotel California; The Eagles singing loud, us too. Dancing, nearly getting a hernia. And didn’t someone say something About some tacos and some guac? If I don’t get something to eat soon I’m going to get up and try to walk. Does anybody know the time? Thanks, but a.m. or p.m.? We sent Romer out for beer Has anybody heard from him? He’s got our money and my car Doesn’t it seem like a long time? Or am I losing track of things here And all my reason and rhyme?
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I felt the kiss of a joint She touched me She still is Yet she won’t last Nothing ever does Back to the minor artistrick spectrum role She believed and she made a believer out of me In the ganjoke. “I must say i’m impressed with this stuff” Is the old semimental fluff You’d expect from a ****** elect. I felt the kiss of the joint And the cold air biting at my earlobe I felt it. I felt it man. I didn’t just sense it. So anyway she pulls away My lips gainst hers Then not again. For the thousandth time. First time in ages. She clung but did not lock Her taste, i remembered well, Sweet and unsavoury Unique, repulsive She got me convulsive Submissive Allowable to the point of Control. Now I don’t complain to be no great Wordsmith of our time But when the fates align And forces combine She was there. Staring through her orange glow In a way, heck, wouldn’t you like to know.
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC
sputter-outlaw
Hi! How are you sensing today? Type 1
I felt the kiss of a joint She touched me She still is Yet she won’t last Nothing ever does Back to the minor artistrick spectrum role She believed and she made a believer out of me In the ganjoke. “I must say i’m impressed with this stuff” Is the old semimental fluff You’d expect from a ****** elect. I felt the kiss of the joint And the cold air biting at my earlobe I felt it. I felt it man. I didn’t just sense it. So anyway she pulls away My lips gainst hers Then not again. For the thousandth time. First time in ages. She clung but did not lock Her taste, i remembered well, Sweet and unsavoury Unique, repulsive She got me convulsive Submissive Allowable to the point of Control. Now I don’t complain to be no great Wordsmith of our time But when the fates align And forces combine She was there. Staring through her orange glow In a way, heck, wouldn’t you like to know.
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