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WHY CAN'T WE BE FRIENDS
by Bill Brandenburg
WHY CAN'T WE BE FRIENDS ?
Things got hairy and I had to go, I miss playing in the frozen snow.
You can still find me around if you dig deep underground.
I used to read and swim all day, until you took my clean water away.
My name is Al if you care, please stop loading junk into my AIR.
I may look buff but you can't see, your lawn products are harming me.