France fried,
Russia couldnt pick a side,
Britons hide,
Americans cried.
I think this is the definitive poem of WWII.
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VIPPER2006-01-04 22:19
>>3 isn't quite In Flanders Field, but you're getting there.
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VIPPER2006-01-07 12:13
Hey, Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
Hey, Juden, don't be so sad
Take a shower and breathe deeper
Remember to let it into your lungs
Then you can start to feel all better
Hey, Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better.
Hey, Juden, don't be afraid
You were made to go in and stay there.
The minute you let them tatoo your skin
Then you begin to feel all better.
And any time you feel the pain, hey, Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
Well don't you know that its a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
And any time you feel the pain, hey, Juden, refrain
You carry the world upon your shoulders
Well don't you know that its a fool who plays it cool
By making the world his, hail Hitler!
Hey, Jude! Don't let her down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember, to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better.
Hey, Juden! You're going down
They have found you, now stay and die there
Remember, to let it into your lungs
Then you can start to feel a lot better.
So let it out and let it in, hey, Jude, begin
You're waiting for someone to perform with
And don't you know that it's just you, hey, Jude,
You'll do, the movement you need is on your shoulder
So let it in and let it go, hey, Juden, allo
You're waiting for someone to make soap with
And don't you know it's not just you, hey, Juden,
6 million, and you will all fit inside the oven
Hey, Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
Hey, Juden, now close your eyes
you will die the most painful death
Breathe deeply and let it into your lungs
Then for us it will be all better
People eyed,
Cracky sighed
Six feet wide,
Fatty cried
Snacks lied,
Moot tried
Snape defied,
Spike died
Chicken fried,
Piper pied
Flood tide,
Land slide
Bush implied,
No misguide
Take pride,
Cash supplied
Girls stride,
Eyes glide
Martina McBride?
I'd.