May the fourth be with whom? With us.
All the fuss makes us cuss, alas.
May the what be with us? The fourth.
Source is coarse with remorse, of course.
What the fourth be with us? It may.
Lay the way and obey. Okay?
May the fourth what with us? Be with.
And tomorrow we’ll claim the fifth.
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Vadim Kagan
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Comments (5)
Great work amazing story 👏👏
That's interesting, well done great story
Woop, nice one!
Haha. That was great! Well done.
This is truly brilliant! I could not 'plead the fifth'!