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Own this thread? You sure? Hey Bones you don't own shit.
Your silly whines and rants you know they don't hurt me a bit.
I read your lines and with a sigh I worry for your karma.
It's time to quit the streets my man, and try life as a farmer.
The country's wild and free and full of birds and bees and foxes,
The kind that like to dance and kiss and let you in their boxes
You'll feel at home a-diggin, sowin, ploughin all they furrows
For trips to town jump on your horse and you'll get there tomorrow.
I said it twice, I ain't done yet - this world is ruled by lovers.
It's sad to diss and cuss and spend time criticising others.
I know your tongue's in cheek, but Bones you'll get my dander rising.
And when it's up look out, you fool, you'd best get to revising.
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