Nothing fits, but the straightjacket.
I scorn missing things.
Mind eluded.
The old conductor sings.
Those shoes untied.
Can't catch that train.
I got prudence in my pocket.
Some discontent in the slow lane.
A new penny for the loafer.
Another dime for a friend.
Tut tut, I'll take the old sneakers.
A torn heart, a needle, and some thread.
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and put your evils to bed.
wait... you are already on the train!
k, i know i've loading on the coments, but i have one more. phrase one: pertains to conformity? or is this nothing fits in society if you refuse to don the straightjacket?
Dear the antispace,
Yes.
best......... i just wanna be on a train with u.. so im not on it alone
So sober insomnia isn't all that bad sometimes........I am thoroughly enjoying reading all this.......really good stuff
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