Just East of the Midwest

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Fatherless dads creating fatherless sons;
Daughters spread your legs so you can feel loved;
Pride met, pride fed, so you run far and long;
This is the time to, turn the sky red from blue;
Our agenda met and enemies dead, our flag
now flies high and true.

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