'ol Perfessor
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- May 7, 2004
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We've stolen the sun god's thunder,
Like children filled with glee.
We've hurled his bolts in anger.
How soon this emnity
engulfs us, less than wary,
each uniformed and graced.
Who deter and stir so restless
for their theft to be erased.
Like children filled with glee.
We've hurled his bolts in anger.
How soon this emnity
engulfs us, less than wary,
each uniformed and graced.
Who deter and stir so restless
for their theft to be erased.
