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It's a hot one, but I'm not talking about the weather. It's a hot sun, but I think you know me better than to think that just a drink...

He flees from One metropolis to the next Like a boomer In search of riches, Hoping to discover What’s shiny and new, But pans for gold On...

His teeth are sharp and shine like ivory. They fluoresce in the darkness, a mess in the daylight. Crooked and cramped, they bite whatever...