Behold the house fly
who always washes his hands
though they aren't dirty
2006-08-29 15:05:02
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answer #1
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answered by Anonymous
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Up the barley rows
stitching, stitching them together
a butterfly goes.
There a beggar goes!
Heaven and earth he's wearing
for his summer clothes.
Not original...can't remember the author.
2006-08-29 23:04:53
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answer #2
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answered by keepsondancing 5
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We are soon to die
Although living will not stop
We all must move on
2006-08-30 00:18:16
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answer #3
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answered by puma 6
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this was written by my son...
this is the present
the past is an illusion
there is no future
as was this...
all of us will die
there is not an afterlife
none of this matters
WOW, huh?
2006-08-29 22:14:25
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answer #4
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answered by Michele L 3
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one,two,three
I am here to set free
four,five,six
let's do that to fix
seven,eight,nine
I am out of my mind
ten,eleven,twelve
let's hope that we have a good life
2006-08-30 01:52:00
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answer #5
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answered by television9 2
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i cant understand u r question
2006-08-29 22:05:33
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answer #6
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answered by Anonymous
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