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broom
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typhoid
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i'll sweep you up into my arms never let you go. i'll sweep them down into the closet and close the door.
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Tess
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as in Hercules' broom, from Unbearable. why it takes Hercules to sweep out a life, i do not know (or maybe i do.)
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amy
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it just takes a lotta lotta work. every moment is work. someone once said it's like going back to kindergarten... and gladness is the reason why.
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unhinged
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i wonder if all this dust lint hair paper that accumulates here in the course of a year, if i could sweep away all this dust that has settled, my hair needs washed. i need shaken like a rug...beat me with one of those rug beater things. yeah...that's it. the passing of years makes me wonder. how much dust does the world create in a lifetime? i think i have a couple vacuum bags full. i am afraid if i leave here now, things will be tragically simple when i come back.
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Effingham Fish
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"J: Now, broom, you must now sweep for me, the dust it fills my room B: No, John, I will not sweep for you, for I am not your broom J: What nonsense are you speaking, broom? My words you must obey B: Another life awaits me, I am leaving you today I am not your broom I am not your broom I've had enough, I'm throwing off my chains of servitude I am not your broom I am not your broom No longer must I sweep for you, for I am not your broom"
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akenbosche
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why do all lyrics repeat themselves if it touches us we understand the first time if it doesn't it's rhythm woot
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030119
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what's it to you?
who
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