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Anonymous
>>971177 The thunder weas a clappin' And the wipers were a slappin' Then I heard an awful crash.
Then I woke up at this Formica counter With a plate of corned-beef hash.
Waitress, waitress, Bring me some coffee! Make it as hot as you can! And bring me a light For this everlasting night, At the Highway Cafe of the Damned.
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