High Quality Reception
There was a boy on a bicycle Riding as the storm came in He pedaled harder and faster But he knew the weather would win so he stopped his bike fast and with a skid hepicked up a stick as would any little kid he pointed it high he pointed it proud aimed it up at the sky and yelled to the cloud "IT IS I YOUR MASTER!!" he screamed with a lisp but in that exact moment he was burnt to a crisp It seems his stick, while tried and true was a T.V. antenna and a lightning rod too In this, there is a lesson to be learned never mess with mother nature you will always get burned
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Don't go near that elevator - that's just what they want us to do... trap us in a steel box and take us down to the basement
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