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Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
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Sunday, March 23, 2003
hold the milk put back the sugar they are powerless to console we're gathered here to sprinkle ashes from out late friend's cereal bowl Breakfast Clubbers say the motto that he taught us to repeat 'you will lose it in your gym class if you wait till noon to eat' back when the chess club said our eggs were soft every monday he'd say grace and hold our juice aloft oh none of knew his checkout time would come so soon but before his brain stopped waving he composed this tune -when the toast is burned and all the milk has turned and captain crunch is waving farewell when the big one finds you may this song remind you that they don't do breakfast in hell- Breakfast Clubbers drop the hankies to some our friend was odd that day he bought those pine pajamas his check was good with God those here without the Lord how do you cope? for this morning we don't mourn like those who have no hope oh, rise up froot loop lovers sing out sweet and low with spoons held high we bid our brother 'Cheerio!'
my goodness i just typed that from memory makes me wonder why i didn't just go to some lyrics site and copy and paste. lol i just want to waste time and not pack my bag and clean my nasty shoes.
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seven keychains. woooooooo!
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