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Title: The people's poet Post by: Arrrhalomynn on December 01, 2006, 11:58:36 AM Cliff
Oh, Cliff Sometimes it must be difficult not to feel as if You really are a Cliff When fascists keep trying to push you over it Are they the lemmings? Or are you Cliff? Or are you, Cliff? Pollution Pollution All around Sometimes up And sometimes down But always around. Pollution, are you coming to my town? Or am I coming to yours? We're on different buses, pollution But we're both using petrol. Title: Re: The people's poet Post by: The Metamorphosing Leon on December 01, 2006, 02:37:43 PM *snaps instead of claps and puts on beatnik hat*
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