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An Honourable Decent Fellow
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An Honourable Decent Fellow |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
There's his coveralls. Don't they just smack of moral delight? Oh that I could sport such clothes of goodness, Parade myself about the town and show All that I am pure and just in all my Ways, to be a light for all that dwell below! Oh and look at that coat! You know he's a gentlemen now! What stays beneath this overcoat no man Shall know, for look and look well, for out Upon the surface of this fine corpse lives the good Life that no one dare to be without! And those pants, so well treated and ironed. This is a good fellow. The good oppressed culture ironing these, Ensuring the good and moral nature of my Firm legs, on which the fight 'gainst evil wages On, till I fall down to watch the sky! A smile on his face. He was so decent! "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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EagleOne Member Elite
since 2000-03-07
Posts 2829Between a laugh and a tear... |
This reminds me of the saying "It's the clothes that make the man" Sadly, so often that still appears to be the case, yet all it takes is a brief look underneath to truly see... We are all just prisoners here of our own device ~ Hotel California, The Eagles |
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