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Vlad Putin was dealing with state affairs On his way back he skidded down the stairs You could smell the foul gas Cos' he ruptured his a.s.s No get well wishes because nobody cares. He'd fallen over and broke his a.s.s. bone A guard rushed over when he heard a moan Hard luck you commie jerk Cos' it's karma at work Start praying now for your sins and atone Written on 2nd December 2022.
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