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The Creed In this Heat of Confusion...What Do I Do

I. Astronomical Ups and Downs, Chronological In and Outs, Agronomical Tractors and their Marijuana Out-fits, Egocentrical Monks and Perverts, Economical Charts and Cost pricing, Methodological Costs and Expenses, Sociological Frosts and Warm kindness, Grease on my coat,Row this damn boat, Can God's Clay Decay, Can Ants learn to play in the Sunlight, We must all roast and eat Vampires toasted in bread and salt. II. Madhatters have learnt to Drink Malt, Five year olds have learnt to Drink more than one bottle of Beer, You must have an eye for these and more of your roasted swine-in-Chilli peppers, Leave my colonies to be manned by my faithful and well trained Monkeys, I will lead the assault for Rome,Paris and your little Malta, I will sit and wait for the sun to Fall Asunder, The day Bread never wants to called a Consortium of Crumbs, Angels will come fetch your Rare Flowers...Oh! Cupid, Your cup has drunken you stupid, We are here for the big Fight sheath all Swords...Draw and shoot off your filthy barrelled guns.

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