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write crap that first pops into yr head, why not
hey hey what do yah say
everything thing you're thinkin is a-ok
it's fate
audible bait
decreasing waist
pompous taste
it's a crack
at something I lack
totally intact
completely distract
in the sac
sexual snack
yah
I've heard that before and I'm ready for more
so let's get to it
the medics are eunuchs
waste sign mother in a love lost letter
you're better
than never
some kinda predictionless weather
sorry if this is a dumb idea or has ben done before/to death
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