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You can't fool a dancer,

hard reverb coming at you like Prancer-

welcome-wagon interstellar like Lancer-

holy demon! 
When did my steam stop? 

Holly weedin'! 
Where did you chop chop? 

Heeeeeeeeeeeey! ! ! ! 

Welcome here...
Its home in the winter.

Heeeeeeeeeeeey! ! ! ! 

Dear Splinter,

it's a creep in the depths of the beat,

it's the 'I won'ts' in the Orgasms and weeps,

the liver turns into seed,
never forgets to breathe,

because the end will set us all free! ! ! 

Welcome here, 
I have a reason to sound clear,

so don't drop out justifyin' why you're not-
flappin- flippin- rectifyin,'
or wearing any gear...

Heather bids to whither in winter with a sinner! 

Dharma- bammered- donner's party at dinner! 

Don-wan gets undertaken by the cowards of the crewman,

that's what happens off stage at an out-land!

Astounding as the crowd that attracts,

jumpin' jimmy's all around the facts,

people clambering over outdated nick-nacks,

elders not retiring because they know they put evil back,

William wondered of war over sea's with the remorse,

Donna sang to the serious on stage with the poor,

verdict was made to off set the players inundating us with words,

technology crashed the earth and left the economy for the birds.

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