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~Duck, Duck, Duck, Duck, Duck...Goose~
Pass this briefcase
From palm to sweaty palm
Wire tap the fire can
For the tattered-clothed congregation
We wish you goodluck
This supper's tired from
the long walk home
Renovated pockets, more room for fingerprints
My air's gone stale
Two tugs, now let's resurface
Just take your time
The competition's worthless
Traffic hums eternal sleep hymns
Scarlet blanket replace the casket
The sky didn't bother to turn grim
Lives abundant but many wasted
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