there once was a lady called N
Who sat on her nest like a hen
with witty the violent
who lost sight of silent
gave up and gave into her N
there was a young man called sky
a few cs members did he rile
the threads grew and grew
the replies anything but few
at the end of the day there were smiles
Now pheonix in a class of his own
with pedro and HC he bestown
with a ciggie and a pint
a debate and a fight
he always finishes with a song
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