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I've never been to Russia. Although I hear it can be extremely cold, a lot of gulls still seem to like it there. Siberian gulls even breed on the tundra. I would be afraid of either freezing to death or starving to death. Do they even have landfills out there on the tundra? I've been hearing a lot about Russia recently. Fake news stories, podcasts about fake news stories, books about fake news stories, etc. But I haven't heard any songs or read any poems on the subject. Since I'm always trying to be first, I was motivated to write what could be the first song of its kind about a meeting with a Russian. Because I am forbidden to sing--with good reason, I must admit—I am only allowed to perform my song as a poem set to music. Have you ever encountered a word that you just can't get out of your mind? So you just have to do something with that word to get it out of your system? That happened to me when I heard the word oligarch. Apparently there are only oligarchs in Russia, because you never hear of any oligarchs anywhere else in the world. And I have heard the word oligarch one time too many. As a result, my head became so full of thoughts about oligarchs one night that I couldn't sleep until I pulled this song out of my brain. It's a short story that revolves around intrigue and food. It's what they used to call a "topical" song. I think that means you can apply it on a rash. I'm giving you the lyrics in case you can't understand my accent. ![]()
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Meet the AuthorHi. I'm Geo the Seagull.
I'm the distinguished Park Host on South Jetty Beach at Bandon, Oregon, USA. I'm a firm believer in First Principles: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Your Lunch. Archives
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