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A short poem I wrote in the Churchillian style as a rousing battle cry to charge our team to victory.
The birds and bees have joined us from the flowers and trees you find them at Macdonald's an champagne bars lapping up our left over cream teas they'll hardly be floaty lite on the breeze after feasting on our fat fantastic sleaze.
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