Your mayor is raising fences to keep bodies off the Don Valley Parkway. Send your praises to the mechanics of the state singing sweetly from the mesa into the valley of the d___ed more and more. Neglected hands, judgment ripe, they're starting bands, working on a new solution, youth is not absolution, they say 'I hate that sound! When the porcine jamboree hits my town, I've got a few words for the graceless herd! The state ain't my shepherd! More and more neglected hands, judgment ripe, they're starting bands, working on a new solution, youth is not absolution. 'Ole!' say the kids, 'the state ain't my shepherd!'

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