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Some things do not want to be cut down...
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I want to hear violins,Played to me each day,And a piano to interjectAlong the way.I want to hear a painresonate from the delicate strings,I want the ..
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Based on a true event, it was not me thank goodness!
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In The U.K
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D-I-S-C-O!
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Love/d his humor, really he was a great magician who got his laughs from performing his tricks badly.
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When you have to explain yourself to the police...
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Knock,knock,knock
The door opens wide
"Good Afternoon,Im here to..."
No thankyou
Goodbye!
(Door Slam)
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A fictional poem from "under the bed"
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Two thirds of a packetof biscuits ate,Im feeling sick,guilt,fat.I lean over and pick up theother biscuit tin,Custard creamsare known to cure that.
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