Blue moon
The moon was blue, the grass was green.
Around the corner came the shyt machine.
A shot was fired, a scream was heard.
A man got hit by a flying turd.
Around the corner came the shyt machine.
A shot was fired, a scream was heard.
A man got hit by a flying turd.
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