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forethought

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From the album "Three Black Crows" by Hope Dunbar.

Three Black Crows

From the album, "Three Black Crows" by Hope Dunbar.

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DONALD TRUMP KILLED JOHN PRINE

When Donald Trump killed John Prine
I grabbed a halfwit friend of mine
Connect the dots, I said, we’re dyin’ here
And just like Donald said he’d do
He shot him on Fifth Avenue
In the last daylight of the darkest year

    But up he rose, yeah there he goes
    Sometimes Easter comes on early, I suppose

As Pontius Pilot washed and washed his hands
And scoffed at common sense commands
A gunshot rang, but folks were hunkered down
In living rooms, on dead end streets
Bedroom slippers on their feets
A tree fell hard but barely made a sound

    Still up he went, what’s heaven-sent
    Smoking guns, broken Presidents?

    And songs were sung on pocket screens
    As folks recalled what beauty means
    Our painted eggs rolled round and round…
    Oh, round and round and round and round and round…

When Donald Trump killed John Prine
Was a Tuesday, early evening time
Good Friday for a moment, then the rest
Crucifixions, strange disease
Jesus Chirst, let’s change this, please
The worst of us, we are knocking off the best

    Up he rose, yeah there he goes
    And he died for nothing, I suppose…

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DONALD TRUMP KILLED JOHN PRINE

DONALD TRUMP KILLED JOHN PRINE

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