Yeah yeah, microphone check, 1, 2, 3...
in the place to be,
it is i, the r-k-a-d-e,
dropping poems on your telephone.
and it goes a little like this:
The tears of a clown make the whole world laugh; hee hee. 
And on that note, man, just give me a call, alright?
peace. 
End of message. 
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