Lawine
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For a friend
Someone call the media
There’s been a mistake
It’s not the kind of headline
That he would ever make
It’s not the kind of story
We want in our feed
That’s not that kind of paper
Any of us read.
Someone tell the embassy
To get their story straight
To update the advisory
Before it’s too late
If this ugliness should crystallise
In a billion tonnes of snow
If the confusion isn’t clarified
We’ll never make it go.