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Seven-O-Two

I like to listen to Seven O Two at night We can always count on Kiemo for a fight If he was President for a day He would insist on his own way We could all be taking drugs And the teacher could flog the thugs White women he would send abroad And pay himself if they could not afford He brushes his teeth and sharpens his tongue Then runs five miles to expand his lungs There is no doubt that he can talk But can he bring his taught to walk Kiemo knows his constitutional law Economics and politics without a flaw Now all he has to learn to do Tolerate the views of the dissenting few

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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