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Old Man Platypus, by Banjo Paterson Far from the trouble and toil of town, Where the reed beds sweep and shiver, Look at a fragment of velvet brown, Old Man Platypus drifting down, Drifting along the river. And he plays and dives in the river bends In a style that is most elusive; With few relations and fewer friends, For Old Man Platypus descends From a family most exclusive. He shares his burrow beneath the bank With his wife and his son and daughter At the roots of the reeds and the grasses rank; And the bubbles show where our hero sank To its entrance under water. Safe in their burrow below the falls They live in a world of wonder, Where no one visits and no one calls, They sleep like little brown billiard balls With their beaks tucked neatly under. And he talks in a deep unfriendly growl As he goes on his journey lonely; For he's no relation to fish nor fowl, Nor to bird nor beast, nor to horned owl; In fact, he's the one and only!
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My router, by Chewbecca gently caress you router Why do you stop working when I'm trying to chill With time to kill But not when I'm at work With work to shirk gently caress you router I've got threads to post I don't want to receive an email Even from a female gently caress you router I just want to post
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Bad dream, by Chewbecca Crawling skin, beating heart Brief moments of recall A simulacrum of a human, not quite there A skelly peeled from the wall An exes house with all my stuff An assignment overdue I'll lose my job, lose my degree! A dead family member or two Crawling skin, beating heart Brief moments of recall Why do bad dreams stay with you, But good dreams not at all?
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