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While mining in Tanzania (Limerick) by Bachus

Thank God for my friends in the CIA So, for my vaccinations i do not pay I'll be chirping on my motorola While you aint resistant to Ebola You'll bleed inside out, so they say. At the airport i wipe at my nose bleed With enough diamonds to satisfy all of my greed Is that blood in my shit? Part of my profit?! In the Congo, Death, has no need to read.

daniella 4-Jun-03/9:39 PM
be "stew'd'in brine, smarting in lingering pickle"




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