hanging taught from old rope,
I swing back and forth,
forth and back,
back and forth,
in front of the old clock face,
I fear the moment it strikes twelve,
but my feet so far from the ground,
all I can do is hang,
suspended.
hanging taught from old rope, I swing back and forth, forth and back, back and forth, in front of the old clock face, I fear the moment it strikes twelve, but my feet so far from the ground, all I can do is hang, suspended. |

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and I haven't been on in the longest time either!
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Here's my question: why is it called common sense if it's so rare?
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it's important to take some time once in a while to stop and laugh at the roses
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lol
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Here's my question: why is it called common sense if it's so rare?
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it's important to take some time once in a while to stop and laugh at the roses
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Project Reciprocation member --> [link]
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