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Fair To Midland Fables From A Mayfly What I Tell You Three Times Is True

, But splitting hairs can get you anything you need, Who would have thought connecting dots might get you to the point, But charity is a rarity almost

fill, Tell me, tell me a story, Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone, So turning, turning a deaf ear, So that I don't hear them throwing stone,

What splendidly weaved from an atom bomb, Retrieved from a teleprompt, Practical, you are not, Break the ice with a cotton swab, A fever that cools us

hands can't keep from dragging his feet and when he tries I try They twist his arms to get a headstart Tycoons love hitting the jackpot To get back what

cheap fun, you oughta be ashamed to trade in your heirlooms. For black market all day parades, for a grand prize a slap in the face for you Bold faced

on my cue. Whether a he or a she, put your mouth where your money is. Are the birds of a feather that clever? If I knew I'd keep locks, that's a given