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Yes man,
no man,
we all pray for Uncle Sam,
hoping he would bump a Jam,
swim a river,
break a Dam,
fake a figure,
feed a clam.
No man...
Yes What?
We were here when we were young,
why should you be here and glum?
Take a smile,
and eat a plumb,
fresh as ever,
does well in rum...
But when I came I was on the run!
Doin' tricks that weren't so tough,
but I had to eat,
and I had to bluff.
That is wrong,
and that is bad!
We stay here and we are glad,
you are fresh,
the mud of the bath-
do me hard and hope for a cast,
Clooney, Sheen, and Pitt the rad,
do me hard so that I can bat,
swing for the the fence-
cat at the rat-
and retort the facts...
A beautiful chance to smoke out my snack.
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