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Toybox Story

taking a flyer but why should we bother to try a new thing? History tells and even with bells on it yells out a lie unclean unclean have you seen how unclean? Sin is the thing we win when we sin and we lose just the same. I could have been a Saint but I wasn't and I ain't but I could have been even when I dream of what you do not want to know, I know. So no moral that's for the gullible which takes you off to Lilliput. Just get on with what you're doing mind yer own and wind yer neck in there's nothing here for you to see only me and I'm fading.

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