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My Son Asked Siri to Play Mr Tangerine Man

It happened around 10:05am and then Somebody was parked in my driveway I accosted the man He opened the driver's window Before I could speak he pinched my cheek. "Cheers." He drove away But I'm taking all the clocks off the classroom walls No one should know what time it is As the organist and Director of Music at the local Village church is leaving for Scotland I have applied and enclosed with my CV a copy of Backstage Passes & Backstabbing Bastards: Memoirs of a Rock 'N' Roll Survivor The new Director of Music will be announced very soon.

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