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The factory gates are locked, And there's no work today. The line-up's getting longer, And the soup kitchen's closed. The cardboard box was recyclable As a home above a vent; My children have no clothes, I hear my school's been closed. Then I hear you call her **** Because she won't sleep with you. The lake's been closed, no swimming, And the park soil is contaminated; I think we're underestimated. Clear the area Before Gilligan removes the head, Or Hawkeye looses his arms. This is not a false alarm.
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
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The factory gates are locked, And there's no work today. The line-up's getting longer, And the soup kitchen's closed. The cardboard box was recyclable As a home above a vent; My children have no clothes, I hear my school's been closed. Then I hear you call her **** Because she won't sleep with you. The lake's been closed, no swimming, And the park soil is contaminated; I think we're underestimated. Clear the area Before Gilligan removes the head, Or Hawkeye looses his arms. This is not a false alarm.
francie-lynch
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
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