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Aug 2020
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I heard there was a secret orb
it's ovoid laid and it’s for the horde
but they don’t really care for vaccines voodoo.

Well it goes like this just close your fist
a minor thrall of the aged list
the muzzled crowd reposing hallelujah

hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah

Your mate was wrong so you were aloof
you know she’s scathing about your proof
her baulking of your insight over threw you.

She lied to you which wasn’t fair
she spoke alone and she didn’t care
and sipped more ale her hebrewed hallelujah

hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah

You say I look as if in pain
I'm pinched as salt not in a grain
But if I am then silly, what’s it to you.

There’s a craze at night all round the world
to some it matters we’re not a herd
the whole of thee a token hallelujah.

Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah

I beat my breast your out of touch
I will not kneel I will not slouch
I am a sleuth so I cannot let them fool you.

And even if it all goes wrong
I’ll stand before the mighty throng
with nothing in my veins nor hallelujah

Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah.




Ryan O'Leary 17/08/2020.
Ryan O'Leary
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Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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   MS Anjaan
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