Woohoo! It's like the freakin' 60's all over again, man! I get to be a protestin', tree-huggin' hippy one more time!
Free Mandela!
Free, uh, I mean, free Yoepus!!
C'mon everyone, rally to the Capital!
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Whence September dusk grows crisper still,
with leaves all crimson conquered,
I yearn to shout,
and dance about,
and stick pickles in my honker...
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