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Fixing a Faucet |
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Written by Judah Nagler |
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i have started climing for the higher ground sea tide rushing in yeah, our time is running out i was wrestling with the faucet fixing for a crowd one that doesn't listen and never will even my mother saw the demon i could be without a muzzle or a leash to know my place stay calm be nice, sir now cough to the right, sir until i reach the seer i'll keep, sea urchin i've looked for that needle salted on amber waves, a grin i will penetrate to your heart like liquor through a vein just a tiny muscle the vile thing but even a muscle need a beat to know its pace without a pulse, oh! it isn't easily replaced it's just common advice, sir now cough to the right, sir were it you, i bet you'd run for the mop with your eyes running like the water that will not stop and untill it ceases we will not know |