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It just had to be posted on here it�s that bad. It took under five minutes - I dunno maybe ten and it�s awful. So bad you have to look at it.
Punch that Smurf (by Jeff!)
Lost turf Weighing on the brain of Alan Titchmarsh scribbling dusty words There�s no verse anyhow so punch that smurf
Wheelbarrow nightshades Robins like a herse Life aint going anywhere But me, I have two words
In the morning goldrush from the darkened tide I wish Alan Titchmarsh�s brain was dumped in sloppy grime
no pressure no expectations me life is getting worse cos it aint going anywhere Punch thAT smurf!
Punch that smurf he probably deseves it Punch that smurf steal that sodding hat wipe that smile right off his face with a big red cloth
Alan Titchmarsh scratches his nose a piano falls on his bike so punch that smurf!
Punch that smurf Kick him in the head
Time is over Lies are void
(I just put the last two lines in to confuse people. Perhaps they arn�t exactly required!)
bake me a nice cake
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