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| Sometimes in the city, I see a hobo. Usually, it makes me pause for a minute and think... | |
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to be as good a hobo basher
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| H-hey, can you sp-spare any change? | |
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| Hmmm....what to do, what to do? | |
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| But then I remember that I hate hoboes like I hate Jesus, and beat the crap out of them. | |
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