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14-09-2010, 18:46
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On a cold mids morning the sun shone bright Upon a beautiful smiling five pound note Gazing at me, from the pavement Wet with love, it wasn't there I was dreaming, you always are I see the coins that were your eyes My eyes shining like sapphires I can't think, and I can't paint, I can't love! And no one will, for money makes us up Death to monetaries! Death to monetaries! Patsy The Dolphin Dog 
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