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41 My magic cure I love red roses Not just for lovers’ day But throughout the year. They take away my crosses And in their place, they plant a ray So that for ever I can live without fear. Short-changed Finally I picked him up He was crimson but looked golden He was punished with a short thorax And a disproportionate head. Wondering what caused the mix up I asked whether the leader was Roberto or Holden Passers-by stopped not for the thorax But for the buckets of crocodile tears I shed. Wrong reading He did nothing about it Absolutely nothing He just stood there and watched Watched as the palm oil oozed out. That’s why we fell in the pit And we did so without David’s sling When from on high the pastor watched He told the synod clerk it was only a bout. ...

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