05-02-2012, 09:51 AM
Where that editor got all up in our president's grill, that "you're riding Caroline's tricycle."
Where the WANTED for TREASON posters flourished.
Where the photos and films, the scarred concrete and holey signs were immediately thrust into the memory hole.
Where the gutless, soulless cockroaches scurried back into the sewers, later to cough up one each patsy carcass, and that a legend in his own right.
No, Dallas, you, like Lady Macbeth shall never, never, never wash away the blood of murder most foul.
You may have the Sixth Floor burn all the inconvenient books, and the Church Lady swing her purse in a hissy fit
Shame like grime is on you to the end of time.
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Where the WANTED for TREASON posters flourished.
Where the photos and films, the scarred concrete and holey signs were immediately thrust into the memory hole.
Where the gutless, soulless cockroaches scurried back into the sewers, later to cough up one each patsy carcass, and that a legend in his own right.
No, Dallas, you, like Lady Macbeth shall never, never, never wash away the blood of murder most foul.
You may have the Sixth Floor burn all the inconvenient books, and the Church Lady swing her purse in a hissy fit
Shame like grime is on you to the end of time.
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