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(Chorus)

Last Thursday of December
Through the  foggy mist we ride
It's a birthday to remember
Come out and have a time tonight!

(Verse 1)

Fighting for my namesake
I've got to make my sons
No brothers and no sister
Have a name that could belong.

(Verse 2)

Strike up a conversation
Until she hears her laugh
She'll **** half the species just to make sure you aren't distracted, she's your one
She's your one and only one.

(Chorus)

Last Thursday of December
Through the foggy mist we ride
It's a birthday to remember
Come out and have a time tonight.
He's out to live, going after his flavor for sin.
He's at it again, after something unbelievable again.

(Verse 3)

Toxic innovations, get them to their birth on time
You've got a doctor and a devil
Just to set this party right,
She's the one and only one,
Out for blood, one is really never enough

How impersonal is this.
Noxious, transfixed in the gloom, like a mother rehearsing a duet of gifts of chicken pox. Serriptiously presenting to us

count the ewes and the yaffing
leftover aoudads  discarded
at the beginning of combat step
the radical isn't that radical, anymore
pritchett curiosities amidst the syphons war
the drum of chaos rattles the pinfold
circling the leftist right

Walter Kronkite once said something truly magnificent, in front of throngs of people, and still no one knows what it was. Saturday, January 24, thirteen past nine pm on Saturday evening. We wait.