Yeah yeah, microphone check, 1, 2, 3...

In the place to be,

It is I, the R-K-A-D-E,

Dropping poems on your telephone.

And it goes a little like this:



The tears of a clown make the whole world laugh; hee hee.



And on that note, man, just give me a call, alright?

Peace.



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