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In the shuffling madness

Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief
if he had a rich man in his hand.
And who would steal the candy
from a laughing baby's mouth
if he could take it from the money man.
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again.
She signs no contract
but she always plays the game.
 
Originally posted by: CorporateRecreation
Originally posted by: Farbio
Originally posted by: CorporateRecreation
Originally posted by: redly1
Floyd?
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*sigh* 🙁
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you should be banned!!

tull should never be confused for floyd (and i love them both, so no rip on either)
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:heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart:
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gotsta love love from a fellow platypi? platypus? platypus'? platypuses?
 
Originally posted by: AgaBoogaBoo
i think you turned him on! keep pushing the right buttons and something fun could happen! 😛
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lmao

well u know platypuses does look kinda erotic😀
 
Really don't mind if you sit this one out,
My words but a whisper, your deafness a shout.
Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields,
And you make all your animal deals,
And your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick -- as a brick.
 
Originally posted by: Zenmervolt
Really don't mind if you sit this one out,
My words but a whisper, your deafness a shout.
Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields,
And you make all your animal deals,
And your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick -- as a brick.
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What do you do when
the old man's gone do you want to be him?
And your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam
and the whirlpool turns you way off beam.


:heart:
 
Oh thank you very much for triggering a flashback@$%!! I thought i was on my way to a decent normal life till you put me back in my University of texas dormroom 27 years ago.Now im tasting the delicious keyboard and wanting to score a copy of Tulls " Thick as a brick"oh my god I'm hearing beggars banquet and watching my hand morph....
 
Originally posted by: jerryjg
Oh thank you very much for triggering a flashback@$%!! I thought i was on my way to a decent normal life till you put me back in my University of texas dormroom 27 years ago.Now im tasting the delicious keyboard and wanting to score a copy of Tulls " Thick as a brick"oh my god I'm hearing beggars banquet and watching my hand morph....
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Let us know when the walls start melting. That's always fun.
 
Originally posted by: CorporateRecreation
Originally posted by: Zenmervolt
Really don't mind if you sit this one out,
My words but a whisper, your deafness a shout.
Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields,
And you make all your animal deals,
And your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick -- as a brick.
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What do you do when
the old man's gone do you want to be him?
And your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam
and the whirlpool turns you way off beam.


:heart:
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The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
 
Originally posted by: Zenmervolt
Originally posted by: CorporateRecreation
Originally posted by: Zenmervolt
Really don't mind if you sit this one out,
My words but a whisper, your deafness a shout.
Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields,
And you make all your animal deals,
And your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick -- as a brick.
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What do you do when
the old man's gone do you want to be him?
And your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam
and the whirlpool turns you way off beam.


:heart:
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The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
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So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
 
Originally posted by: Zenmervolt
Really don't mind if you sit this one out,
My words but a whisper, your deafness a shout.
EDIT:I may make you feel but I can't make you think

Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields,
And you make all your animal deals,
And your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick -- as a brick.
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Originally posted by: Brutuskend
Originally posted by: Zenmervolt
Really don't mind if you sit this one out,
My words but a whisper, your deafness a shout.
EDIT:I may make you feel but I can't make you think

Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields,
And you make all your animal deals,
And your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick -- as a brick.
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D'OH!

ZV
 
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