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Jul 2017
It's **** time! Join up! Join in! Your slot for ***** is slotted! O Lord (God of Hosts), Jeova's arrived on an Earth-en plane! Jehovah-Jireh, so everything's A-O.K.!

Don't touch my lunch box because I walk 90 miles after every meal
to lessen chances of havin' my plane highjacked flyin' at a standstill
in view of Stockholm, Sweden syndrome-loving, shrimp-eatin' krill
while liking the Everly Brothers more when Don sings without Phil
I mail fresh stool samples to the strangest women via mail man Bill
who hated the brothers mucho mΓ‘s mejor when Don sang over Phil
even though acrobats in prison export an ugly, plasma-filtered refill
they still let out the unholy, freely-masonic-baby-bloodletting shrill,
as 1 trial of the auld Scottish Rites include an apron-wearing ordeal
π‘Ίπ’–π’›π’š π‘©π’†π’“π’π’Šπ’π’”π’Œπ’š
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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