Vass Mack doo im denn lederhosen? Vass Mack doo im den bett? So feeler loiter imm denn arbent. Frei frei drey. Skipping in a motorway cafe. Surfing in a lane. Motels full of moo. And moisture derived from a plant. Oh great leaf of leaves. How wonderful. How explosive and erotic the Zen like military precision of a tampered live performance and a jeopardy swung with an iron rope. Wielding an axe then. In a sub continent a prawn sunbathes only at left angles to the sun. Whilst the world sleeps. A fish claps. A wave sings. And a moon laughs. Sin in the bin then. Singing an aria to the trumpeting swans who swarm many metres above this globe. Canopy. Cacti. Call. Cakes. Calligraphy. Can. Ice tray flake not on a boom zoom board as the radiation leaks in a circular circulating pattern. 5.6 zebras. Xxxxxxx ha and I will have a dainty cup in the garden ball with all the ornaments. Xxxxx
All hail! dearst Lions;
From the land of peace
Who plays the Gentlemens' game...
They play for our land,
To make us all proud
Not for money or not for the fame..
Who made thou skins?
So tough and strong
And hearts so calm and mild..
You attack them all
With the bat and the ball,
You make them loose and wild..
All hail dearst SANGA,
The great captain
The sailor of the Lankan Ship...
Adore you MURALI,
And you DILSHAN
Thy bat is more like a whip...!!
AJANTHA is the hero,
And SANATH the golden name
MALINGA is the stylish boy..
MAHELA the magician,
VASS the revolution
Together you bring us Joy..!!!
He received the call in the middle of the night,
be to work by sunrise, you'll be taking a flight.
Go to a land where freedom will rise,
men will stand proud and wipe tears from their eyes.
Suicide bombers for a man who controlled,
brutality to the people, dignity he had stole.
The soldier would travel to a far distant land,
where oil was vass and towns made on sand.
He fought for his country, he life sealed with fate,
his family remembers the call on this date.
It was warm in Sepember, he was out on patrol,
explosives were used and would soon take its toll.
He fought the good fight for freedom was sought,
much food and some water, America brought.
But he would come home boxed with a flag draped on top,
violence was something that he tried to stop.
He left earth the hero, he had fought with much pride,
Joined Jesus in heaven, and walked at his side.
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