OK, I'm a camel, know, you're the Camel.
And bags of feathers are being attached to your back. Make that straw, it'll take too long to break your back.
Anyhow, you wake up and you're not in Kansas anymore.
Some of you will prosper.
But the first time you think of your forefathers, you're screwed, and they know it too!
Don't play that song for me
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