I'm Unchained. 

I'm Django trying to fandango.

Only I have the key though,

and it fits the hole

Like wack-a-mole with a bowl

my mind is swole.

I need paper.

Without I'm nothing,

I'm a stapler.

I have to much in my head for one head,

Better capture what I can

Before I'm . . .


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