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BALLAD OF THE CLASS OF 1970 - June 19, 1970
ROBERT POREMBSKI

VERSE !:
There’s a rumor going ‘round I’m told
About the good, the bad, the brave

Robert Johnson, first recording by Robert Johnson (June 20, 1937)

Looking for ya baby
Robert Davis steady playing all night
Steady playing

They don't empathize with your plight
They just wanna siphon, take a piece of your

know where the hoop is
I'm trying to be in a movie like Julia Robert's and Lucas
Everyday I wake up I be hearing these opp block niggas trying to shoot

Kissing Bridge

Perry Como

One More Time

2006

And you kissed? 
June or January, 
You'll feel merry, 
As Christmas! 

Now, to feel the glow of Christmas, 
I can tell you this . . . 
There's no better way

My name is Robert Tate. I live in Canada
A country of which I've always been proud
Twenty-sixth of June, Toronto, Canada
Protesting the G20, I'm in

Why does she think that I'm Robert Gould Shaw
I ate an Arby's sandwich and it turned out to be raw
I'm speeding as fast as 90, and they said I broke

June Commandant
Ils me verront qu'au dernier moment
Le opp vient arrogant
J'baisse pas la tête même si c'est sous le vent
Météo trop orageuse
Le corbeau

a model when she fucked up
When she get drunk, she gon' wanna fuck
Daddy girl, got a runway life
She got a June 5 flight, to drink all night
With some stars

Bessie Mae     music and lyrics by Jeffrey Robert Adams

 2008, 2012 Jeffrey Robert Adams
℗ 2012 Bucketstomp Productions
All Rights Reserved

She

Johnson's just a fucking twat
Head up his arse cos he thinks it's a hat
Covid will wave goodbye
In March then April then June then July

Mr Raab your chicken

The story of Sara Hellen
Started in Blackburn England
Already married to the
Citizen John Roberts in the streets
Soon began to accuse her

Kissing Bridge

The Fontane Sisters

Till Then

And you kissed? 
June or January, 
You'll feel merry, 
As Christmas! 

Now, to feel the glow of Christmas, 
I can tell you this . . . 
There's no better way

in the house
Yellow men on the moon
Hurricane’s way down south
In the month of June

Stormy weather, stormy weather, stormy weather

Just a lone voice

I wish, I was, Robert, Smith
So I, could write, a-bout, how I, Miss, You
I wish, We grew
to-gether

But we, didn't, I dream I see you again
after all

though
Outerspace, I been poolin' on Pluto
Bad bitch, huh
Hot like a motherfucker hit the bitch
Up in June, woah, ayy, ayy
Summertime sadness off the Xan'

as Robert Van Winkle, I'ma drop a damn single every goddamn week, people
It's D12, June 19th, so do like me, and go buy three, with no ID
Kids

Now why

My love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June
O my love is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie

Let me be blunt like a drug dealer
I lost my drive, ran out of money to feed the meter
I threw my passions way way in the back
Robert Frost would

of the Directors. Head of the Host Committee. 
And I did meet him. More than once.
Where am I now and what am I doing here? I have arrived in
Dublin in June

to Robert Downey yeah
This shit depressing how these niggas be inspired to speak
Niggas tryna make a M off Larry June type beats
Bring ya bag 'round me then

true love has just begun
Hold me tight and never let me go
Hold me through the spring, summer and snow
In April, November and June
Dance with me under

Pompo Screw, finestrino giù
Bevo juice, canotta di Larry Bird mi sento Larry June
Aggiungo un po' di gin come Snoop
Prova vivente sopra il loop, living

CHERRY TREES   
(Robert Andrew Wagner)

Those cherry trees--What happened?  
Why'd you cut them down?  
I loved those trees.  Carpenter ants?
When