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Ash
Ash
Can't fly today pal, you might just crash,
because of the deadly volcanic ash.
Where does it come from? Say I with a frown,
apparantly, the other side of town.
You know the place, you've seen it dude,
it's called Iceland; it's famous: for frozen food.
A chiller blew up, there was fire and more,
it spread to the offy right next door.
The cigs and the spirits set ablaze,
they said it could burn for days and days.
A nearby chinky near set alight,
so for safety's sake.. no frying tonight.
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Ash
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