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Hello, welcome, this is the brain
Of the man with a name who flies with the cranes
From the land of the Jains
And the lane of the Shanes
And the Glenns and the Bretts
And the land of the slain
Aboriginal and TSI folks
I am so sick with a lump in my throat
When I broach the topic then I float in my boat
From the tears that arise and the snot in my nose
Uh, witness my mind rummage
Just another immigrant just like Romesh
Ranganathan, and I come with patience and conversation
’Til my mouth turns dry like I’m drying raisins
My vocation is to write amazing
Code, so I can pay for loads of laundry, and the mortgagе of my ma's abode

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With weary eyes, chops of chicken thighs fated to be placed on loaves of loaded rye
Hoping I will get a prize
As I sweat, as I bleed, as my hairline does recede
I wipe the tears off with the edges of my sleeve
Yoghurt bowls full of sodium and bits of acrimony
I'm targeted by ads from Tamil damn Matrimony
With the wicketkeeper man by the name of Dhoni
“Apu” wants to drop the prefix, turn to “Tony"

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