You had deadbeats missing deadlines.
There were dead leads makin’ no finds.
Talkin’ deadpan, this ‘ol red man.
From his own land.
He removed.
He moved and moved and moved.
Til he had no more to lose.
Then a big voice said.
Ginger, look ahead.
So he did, with dread.
Because ahead, ol’ Red saw no red.
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