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Namgubed
The Merry Elf
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Crap! I'm too late with my entry, but enjoy it anyway.
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| Dashing thru the dust of the Serengeti plain, | |
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| Hunting for some goats that got away again, | |
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| The slavers threw their nets | |
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| The hunters have become the prey, | |
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| They really got our goat! | |
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| Oh, Kwanzaa bells! Voodoo spells! | |
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| Fish don't fry in the kitchen, | |
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| And the grill don't burn the beans! | |
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| Oh, Kwanzaa bells! White guilt sells, but made-up crap is gay, | |
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| Might as well put on a hood, and join the KKK! | |
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And Merry Christmas!
--- "There's no point in beating a dead horse ... except, of course, for the pure joy of it." - A. Whitney Brown
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