Contra Soldiers Must Eat Spam

Richard McFarlaine, we served him in battle, engaged in some sweet metal mettle, in jungle, in swing, in city,

In my city,

In my captain,

“Ease off, brethren, my o;;capchun bastion, oubliette, would you want the Washington monument up your butt? It is Egyptian, eclipse ya, to go into a long fog, babe fog, tiny tater tots, rebellion, a hellion in rebellion, a kid slipping togs,”

We served him in rattle.

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