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I address to the garverment of my country
You, morons, with the wood brain,
Sawdust your heads contain,
Listen to me, you damn bloody fools,
Lift your asses from the stools!
Go! Toddle of hobble to do good deeds!
Grow fruitful seeds!
Moderate your own greed!
Find out what people need!
Feed the children and old men!
Heal the children from cancer and then
Build the roads and give the gas!
I want my country to be superclass.
Eno...
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 1:24 pm
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