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There Is a House In Austin

There is a town in Austin they call "the Roach Motel," for many a poor roach that entered there a sticky fate befell. Now roaches, you keep our of there whatever may entice, for any roach may enter once, but never enter twice. My father as a crawler, who crawled from dive to dive, but he steered clear of roach motels, and therefore did survive. Guests of the roach motel, I vouch, roach mother, tell your son, need no long-term pension plan. Alas, I know, I am done.

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