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Sean Winther

Sean Winther

The war: L’Chaim

What is going on
Does anybody know
For I am lost
More so by the day
 
And what is this?
And what is that
I have no idea
Ask someone else
For I am lost
More so by the way
 
Isreal and Palestine
Exporting gun crime
Depressing statistics
And energy crisis -
The poles are melting
And restricting rights
Life is short;
Brush your teeth.

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Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
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Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
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how you sound

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