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Bill Pollock's Tour Review: Ode To The Poma Lift
Oh Poma lift,
My tender thighs you bruise.
Poma lift
I'll admit I am confused:
Which direction are we headed,
are you up or are you down?
I'd see you, middle ages
equipp'd with a "crown".
Poma lift
Oh my darling
Poma lift
Hope you didn't have to go anywhere soon.
Fifteen people on the
Poma lift
Four fall off the
Poma lift
Please fall right.
Poma lift
Piece of shit
Wish there was some different way
to get to the remote quadrants.
Take six to four
Five to twelve
Hop on over
No snow, oh hell.
No more rides on the Poma lift today.
Last update: 30 April 2008 01:03:00
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