"Two,
Of my orifices,
Caught some,
Of your intuition,
Your glasses are stained,
And shoes,
Have vision,
A gift allows your office,
To not be one,
Of the same pedaling,
The tame,
Straight out of your brain,
Flawing yourself feign."
"This ditty was a cool marshmallow to have turned into a fellow, Having at the war union, Never a summer forgetting to say hello, Yet he kept, Attributing the same to all the planet, On Mars as on earth, Plentifully more beach bellas, Casually bringing you aside, From hella fretting, Still they were not fitting weller, With all the melting pot pity parties, That people were always setting, Alongside the pool, Bum a log for poll sitting, Just call it indifference, Or just a shotty fragrance, The betting?, Best be and is on the table, Yet we would rather hang and overlay it, Remember to shot-put-place pin it!, Fall for 1! 2! 3!, Or take a seminar, To recite an a! b! c!, I got it over there, You do not know what it meant to me!, So 'stead of sitting, To resent my SAT's, You should get up!, And do not!, Forget to plush justify your beddings, A pity party, O gosh, am I really doing this? Not today, Not ever, Get prepared to list!, Gimme 1, 2, 3, and 4. Sorry, I ...
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