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Fu shew-away u blacks

Icehousey, buddie wiser are..my MAN-he he hein kin..
Dan tell me wat fugshuis -Denmark!

SHRI DENMARK!

VUBAKS go

go Alaska, Africa, be free then...den

My Grandfather stood at Antietam

VUBAKS go

These medals, pins, regalia, -so special.

...not general... like you...

SPE i -CIAL

Der idsey con Tan nint-in shew balon to.

VUBAKS go

Everybody knows, civilization was created by Whiskey!

...whiskey...

Der idsey con Tan nint-in shew balon to.

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VEE SHAR NO WAN DO-O....

I voted for Drumpf

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SHRI TRUMPF -D

yeah...yeah

ISA
de-urdsey
Think about it.
Joe Cottonwood Jun 2015
Riding in my backpack
chattering gibberish
she charms the man
who is in a good mood
so he repairs my typewriter
     on the spot, no waiting,
     for two six-packs of Bud.
He throws in a free ribbon, too.
“Don’t tell Boss,” he says, winking
at my daughter, who is as yet
too innocent
of her power.
Freshly written, but the incident happened in 1979 when a broken typewriter was a calamity emergency, and my daughter was a stream-of-consciousness babbler of nonsense.
He didn’t come home
again last night
And then he wondered
what started the fight

You’re 44 not 24
is what I said
His nonchalance had me
seeing red

I finally decided
on what to say
I believe in my analogy
to this day

I’m like Budweiser
just like your beer
This is definitely not
what he wanted to hear

You stray away
from your tried and true
But always come back
to the red, white, and blue

Other flavors tease
your senses
And you always want
the other side of fences

But in the end
you always come back
Come back home
to your reliable sack

When will you realize
it’s not always better
I know who you are
right down to the letter

You’d think at your age
this point in your life
You’d know by now
they aren’t your wife

What will you do
when I’m finally done
When I pack up the truck,
the kids, and run

Would you miss us
just a little bit
Or would you give up
throw in the towel, just quit

Knowing you, you wouldn’t
let us go
Even though you
chase after hoes

I’m so tired of this life
that I now have to live
It will soon be time to take back
my love I so freely give

— The End —