DIRTY TRICKS and CELERY STICKS.
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They came for my fishing rod,
but I do not eat fish,
They asked where my hounds were,
I said fox ain’t my dish.
They came for my cigarettes,
I said,– I no longert smoke,
they asked where my booze was,
I said,– I drink pepsi or coke.
They came for my dustbin,
but I always recycle,
they were looking for car fumes,
but I travel by cycle.
They looked on my bookshelves,
but there was no books to see,
but then they went to the kitchen
and found my CEL-ERY.
¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 THAT NIGHT THEY CAME FOR ME.
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