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Please President Bush, Save Me From My Adolescence (Free verse) by mogwai Out on the road,
I can see my house from here,
I can hear the planes,
I can see the missile flash in the midnight sky,
the air strike a perfumed punch,
my house is gone,
I toast mashmallows over the ruins,
thank you President Bush,
for saving me from myself.
The guidance counsellor with the most weapons
wins.
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