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Now do what I command.   
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count one two three, the days until the devil come to eat thee.
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Here come the days.
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Edited by
MelodyGirl
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Tue 03/10/09 10:01 PM
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ROTFLMf'ingAO
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nothing get in the sound, till it pull on it's boots, and meets the devil with a frown
here he come's swoopin rippin open the sky of the mind, rattling the brain and pouring it down the drain tearin down the stair with nothing left to climb and misery to find one two three even kiddies can count, don't worry me dear and no need to pout breathless is come and restless is done, so more rain and no more sun 
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Edited by
davidben1
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Fri 03/13/09 08:55 PM
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awh, another victim into the lair, into it's own snare, ready to eat, and suckle itself, but defeat is in the greet, and the devil do it meet, even as the rooster doth crow, three days be the sow, when the plowed hit the brow, and send forth a scowl.
ya gotta go to hell, before ya get to heaven, be the only bell, be the only leaven.
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