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American Football

Hallelujah!

It works.

We blew the **** out of them.

 

We blew the **** right back up their own ***

And out their ******* ears.

 

It works.

We blew the **** out of them.

They suffocated in their own ****

 

Hallelujah.

Praise the Lord for all good things.

 

We blew them into ******* ****

They are eating it.

 

Praise the Lord for all good things.

 

We blew their ***** into shards of dust,

Into shards of ******* dust.

 

We did it.

 

Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on the mouth.

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Harold Pinter
1930-2008 / English
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