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Summernight - a poem of happiness


Summernight you are so tight,
that my hat is packed with bloody shit and dead rats.

Summernight you are so tight,
that all the flowers will be dead until the sun rises.

Summernight you are so tight,
that there's no reason why I'm not gonna kill all the cityrabbits by knife.

Summernight you are so tight,
that there's only two reasons why you are so unique.

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