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Circles and Penguins


Nutbag

Filled with flavors of sane and crazy

Mixed and turned, tossed and tumbled

Like a Mexican orgy after cocaine

only

sipping the cool-aid of handouts by a government lost in a silk purse

and blame it all on those fucking penguins

or

round and round it goes

again...

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