Baby, if you've ever wondered,
Wondered whatever became of me,
I'm living on the air in Cincinnati,
Got kind of tired packing and unpacking,
Town to town and up and down the dial
Maybe you and me were never meant to be,
But baby think of me once in awhile.
I'm at WKRP in Cincinnati..
Conservatives don't know shit about poetry.
Tell that to the British modernists like Eliot and Pound.
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