In the seventies
we raised those durocs,
their colour brown
but otherwise the same.
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Hey, Herbie we know you're there, hiding, choosing not to be seen, lurking, with vitriole to sour those who you envy and covert, come out into the light, show your obscenity to the world
Churchill, if this is you Fry, the coward, remember Emilie is looking for you. It's time to face the music. H