how dull is a wrench
silver sparkle within the black
relieve the pressure off his back
rusty cart requires oil, a ponies last trek
closed yet spirits remain on the track
Curb your enthusiasm
how dark a town be
kept alive with death, no returning muscle
white skin, a shower put in
vegetable soup, you're off the grisle
a monument built of steel to last
the ghosts are far off in the past
Curb your enthusiasm
Robin of sherwood, oh Nottingham sigh
it was inevitable!, treacherous scum cry
the day must end, so doth the year
so scatter wide, thy noise round fire
open a tin, settle in and have a beer
the rich have Christmas
our spirit died here.
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