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 The Dragon



 I seen this dragon in the sky.
 I seen its tabs and blood-red eye.
 I seen its scales and seen its wings
 I seen its bum and dangly things.

 And then I seen it breathin’ smoke.
 And belchin’ little bits of coke.
 And blowin’ red-hot jets of steam.
 And then I woke up from me dream.



 PL Slevin