GALAM SAYS

You have since longed for me
All along me thought made us money
Our old friend Le Professeur Rivière
Le Docteur Ruisseau now inject our seeds feverishly
It runs up and down in white mud
What we get we don’t have
What we have we don’t like
Our sons cry for…

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