Our Father,
Who is smart about Heaven,
Harold be thy name.
Thy wisdom numb,
Thy will is fun
On Earth as it is in Hamilton.
Give us this day our staley bread
And give us our bus passes
As we give to those who use passes after us.
For wine is a bring down,
Like power tools and guppies
Forever (or hardly ever),
Ah, man…
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