Right on 490,
The raised turn to 490 east.
There’s a hill,
And on that hill sits a lone,
Lazy Boy recliner.
Two folding chairs,
A table,
Two men,
And one sign.
“F Trump”
Boys will be boys,
Guess that’s it.
Jan 13, 2025
Jan 13, 2025 at 8:46 AM UTC
Right on 490,
The raised turn to 490 east.
There’s a hill,
And on that hill sits a lone,
Lazy Boy recliner.
Two folding chairs,
A table,
Two men,
And one sign.
“F Trump”
Boys will be boys,
Guess that’s it.
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