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Remember, It's all fun and games untill somebody loses a brain.

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In this world, as a nut among nuts, I can honestly say, be carefull, and watch out, else they might take your squirrel...

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No, I don't want to be sane like the all of the other lunitics out there!!

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One bright day in the middle of the night,
two dead men stood up to fight.
They faced each other back to back
they drew their swords and shoot each other.
The deaf police man heard the sound
he came and shot the dead boys down.
If you don't believe this lie is true, ask the blind man, he saw it too.

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If we shadows have offended,
Think but this,--and all is mended,--
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend;
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call:
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
-Puck, "A Midsummer's Night Dream"

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GEN. Why do I sit here? To escape from  the pirates' clutches, I described myself as an orphan; and, heaven help me, I am no orphan! I come here to humble myself before the tombs of my ancestors, and to implore their pardon for having brought dishonour on the family escutcheon.

FRED. But you forget, sir, you only bought the property a year ago, and the stucco on your baronial castle is scarcely dry.

GEN. Frederic, in this chapel are ancestors: you cannot deny that. With the estate, I bought the chapel and its contents. I don't know whose ancestors they were, but I know whose ancestors they are, and I shudder to think that their descendant by purchase (if I may so describe myself) should have brought disgrace upon what, I have no doubt, was an unstained escutcheon.
-Fredrick and the Major-General Stanly, "Pirates of Penzance"

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Road in the back of my Mind

I was walking down the road in the back of my mind,
hopes and dreams perhaps I would find,
when a lady appeared in the back of my mind, not at all what I thought I would find.

The streets now crowded with memories
hastening to remind me of my histories
and my dealings with this lady made of memories long lost in the mists of my histories.

And in this crowd in the back of my head
hopes and dreams of lives never led
all center round this woman in the back of my head, and to her smile all was led.

I saw her again, she gave me a knowing smile
for that smile, I'd gladly walk a mile
but when she gives that smile, it's harder to speak then walk a hundred miles.

When ever she's gone, I wonder aloud
is this love?, an echoing sound
and this question, echoing loud, makes all quiet, it's the only sound.

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Sleeping Girl

In the silence, breath is heard
In the back, sleeping still
Lies a girl, a lady young
In early morning, sleep preferred
And dreams still 'scape the grinding mill
And hopes and fears still far flung
To those days that ways away
Always done with fun 'for fun is done
And soon the true be new once more
And tumbling towers give way
Give way to flowering fire and falling field
And dry drenching well of life
All sweep through steep stumbling skies
To stop and weep gold fairies made of fire flies
Showing now lonely lives and dying dreams
That never need be known again
Just flying future, o'er golden ground
And silver sky spotted just by fairy eyes
And talking towns with singing streets
And evermore light and flight merged in night
Forming flowing flashes of forevermore
Growing better, brighter, bigger, bolder till
...hush, she stirs, laws and longings return her eyes open, the world of real is once more
her only, waking, concern.