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Apologies to Terry Jacks. Or maybe not.
Goodbye to you, old Rural Savage.
We've known each other since we were big as cabbage.
Together we engaged in some palav',
Learned of good arguments to have,
Examined racism and Scottish chavs.
Goodbye Iggy, it's hard to quit,
when the ficsuits saw you throw a fit,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty Haus posting everywhere.
When you see him I'll be there.
We had joy, we had bliss, we had seasons in the 'lith.
But the posts that we threaded
were just drivel to be deaded.
dung dung dung DUNG
Goodbye, Ganesh, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the Head Shoppe.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too fast typing without the think,
and then I began to sink.
Goodbye, Barbelith, it's hard to go
when all the posts are flying to and fro,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Ill-formed opinions everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had bliss, we had seasons in the 'lith.
But the things that we typed
were just ideas that we swiped.
dung dung dung DUNNNG
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