Release the sausages '
What did he mean.? I'm talking bout starmer talking..That old english queen.? One true
Has been.' Release the sausages he stammerd out, then i look at king charlie
I get a silent thought, That clouts.. My mind is riveted.' I note those fingers real
Thick' maybe around others windpipes?
If they don't do each trick.! Yes release
The sausages could mean so much more'
My minds still racing, thats one thing
Really sure.)
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