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More Meet Eat the meet and feel well Get a bad gut do the trots To the toilet vomit it all up You ate rancid meat Or was it poisoned On purpose as you’re here An invading army doing bad Nothing good comes from it Except dead Russian soldiers Who ate off meat in rusty tins Found in a bombed out house Call it karma for the war You go there you risk Not just bullets and shells Maybe you were poisoned On purpose or it was an accident The result is the same Ill Russian soldiers who puke Some will die painful deaths Give those well more meat…

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