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No, there is nothing quite like the unadulterated scenes of politicians as they scream, like children, when lightning flashes. Playground politics rule our great nations! Beware of pickpockets, in our city streets dark and bleak no smile shines here, why have hope when the trade off is fear? Don’t get me wrong, not everyone is mean How should i put it… Some are just keen? So steal from the rich to give to the poor refuse to accept that new passed law offering free ice-cream, in the House of Commons be sure to read the sign: We don’t serve commoners.
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 2:15 AM UTC
Playground Politics
No, there is nothing quite like the unadulterated scenes of politicians as they scream, like children, when lightning flashes. Playground politics rule our great nations! Beware of pickpockets, in our city streets dark and bleak no smile shines here, why have hope when the trade off is fear? Don’t get me wrong, not everyone is mean How should i put it… Some are just keen? So steal from the rich to give to the poor refuse to accept that new passed law offering free ice-cream, in the House of Commons be sure to read the sign: We don’t serve commoners.
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 2:15 AM UTC
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