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A couple of poems to go with your song.

Hitlery

You hate the country of your birth,
You’d sell your soul to crush it.
You fight the things that made us great,
Your own demise please rush it.
New York put their faith in you,
Yes it was placed so poorly.
You will indeed soon be replaced,
They need a change so sorely.
So keep it up, your hate and scorn,
And you they will attack.
By the way I’ve heard that Satan,
Wants to buy his soul back

Flurry 10/24/03

Katie

My TV set is seldom on,
The place called NBC.
I seldom stop to listen to,
The lies they fling at me.
But every now and sometimes then,
I have to cruise on by.
To watch the little evil snit,
And laugh right in her eye.
She wrinkles up her face so tight,
It looks just like a fist.
If something good she must report,
You'll see that she is pissed.
She hates Bush and Arnold too,
America she loathes.
If I was network president,
She couldn’t buy her clothes.
So this I say for all to hear,
I think that she's a slob.
Ms Couric’s insignificant,
I’d love to take her job.

Flurry 10/8/3