Bang! Bang! You’re dead. If no one listens, can anyone hear? God of Gunfights and Righteousness, Matt Dillian saves us, In our dreams. In Cancun, the sun is warm, the sand is white, the waters blue, Flights are so cheap, why did you stay? At home the ice breaks through, Another dies. Gentle winds wave the Flag. Are grilled Brussel sprouts un-American? Don't threaten me with plant-based beer. Hops, anyone?
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