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comer / beber
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2020-02-11
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eat up, drink up, my children
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are starving for sustenance
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eyes rolling like a madman
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trapped in endless raving trance
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don't let it all consume you
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like your ancestors have before
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you despise walking on other's footsteps
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stopping short of the golden door
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save some for the little kids crawling in the back
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they've been waiting for eternity
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and will have to wait millennia more
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for their turn to hear and see
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call me when the roast is done
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and I'll bring a hose with me
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your flowers are at the verge of wilting
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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