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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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