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(Readin' Stevens - rhyming, I'm announcing how sing shouldna sung.
Even he went from his promise when he many woodens rung.)

All us Stephens
(Wall o' Stephens!)
Devious'll always be -

Evening swallows
Thieving, hollow
Swine like us by half past 3 -

Yet while kicking
Dustclouds thick in
Chicken yards and up a tree,

In this sunshine
(Finish unshined
Though we will) we will us free.

How deleted this will be
When I wake half past the other three.