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all I hear is the chilly wind
whistling through the tall spurces
and the scent of a far off fire
and some multitude of cooked gooses
the shills in the early day
trying to be fearful
but they can not say
anything real that's useful at all
can't you hear the opening call?
the dow goes up the dow goes down
the shills will shill, that is a cow!
it wonders out in the deep woods places
it knows that shills don't have no faces.
it's not your friend when if finds you to startle
it will moo at you, won't understand your garble.
If you make it blue
it will make you scream
but then you awake from within your dream.
the bot shill doesn't know
how far up the mountain the cold wind will blow.
does a shill even know that water is
when it's a bot that someone forgot
to shut off?
the 'listen' shill with it's finger scolding bobble
all it wants is for anon to fall off into a constant scobble
and I'd tell you that it's pedulatious, like a metro-gnome buss
that keeps a constant beat, like a band that plays all night in the yard
but the squabble shill is a limp wet bisket and can not keep it . . . .