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Announcement I come to you from black Ukrainian ghetto With pitstops in Geneva and New York: The offspring of a Gold lord of Soweto, A show girl and a Bihor county stork. The western world's first Capitalist poet; A Fatherlandless neo-Nazi Jew; A rich vine, and the shallow Hill below it; I take it you're in thrall. How do you do. I'll say my name just once - you'll quickly have it off. Unless you'd like it slowly. I am Davidoff.