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mr. jones has a little problemif i had eyes i'd see that it was mehe's the size of a man with the potential of a boynot what god had meant a child of its to bei'm afraid that he'll amount to all of nothingthe joy of reading Yeats he'll never knowand in the rat race twirlof our computer guided worldhe stands no chance of winninglet alone to place or show solock him up and throw away the key boysmr. jones is not like you or meluck him up tightcause if he had the chance he mightshow us that we're wrongand that's the one thing we can't beoh nomr. jones wanted to be marriedit seemed like such a cute thing at the timetwo peas in a pod, two of a kindwho never have to ask each other"what's on your mind?"it seemed a simple way to make them happyand happy is such a simple way to beand if the kept to themselveslike two books upon a shelfthe kind you judge by the coverand never take the time to readlock him up and throw away the key boysmr. jones is not like you or meluck him up tightcause if he had the chance he mightshow us that we're wrongand that's the one thing we can't beoh nomr. jones and mrs. jones we're elated to inform youthough you've failed to meet the standardswe've a place where we'll reform youit's a ways outside of townbut the distance has its usesclose enough to make the effortfar enough to make excuseslock him up and throw away the key boysmr. jones is not like you or meluck him up tightcause if he had the chance he mightshow us that we're wrongand that's the one thing we can't beoh nomrs. jones wants to have a babyshe says that as a woman its her rightyes we tried to tell her i guess that she forgotwhen she and mr. jones were wedthe doctors tied the knotwhy can't she just be happy in her own worldthen we could all be happy here in ourswe could still help outeven go as far as to stop offat teh safeway, and drop some pennies in the jarlock her up and throw away the key boysmrs. jones is not like you or meluck him up tightcause if she had the chance she mightshow us that we're wrongand that's the one thing we can't belock them up and throw away the key boysthe joneses are not like you or meluck them up tightcause if they had the chance they mightshow us that we're wrongand that's the one thing we can't beoh no
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