Look out, here comes the very good person.
I must away for the yung leen beef Patty's are dreaded from meals to JuiceLand, If in you want to know
Kill very old google dots
Kiss dead beans
Look at this water, wayyy too limey, You are a fruit, Yes, dear Diet blood from the Yangest sweet reopener
I died for sins. I cried in circles, but the yew dreams of traps.
Kirist has all His growin' glowin' [ Its Love for you ]
like pop cycles
Little orange teeth on the Cold icicle drivin' down to the Prophet's Prices
I am God prince, my yewwol Health forgot to heal departments, they all said free from who, you know who.
So, Perfect ass, hold the Oligarch, nearer flames - feet and candles - sitting all day, await the bloated death, Perfect ass, fire under yous, sit on the Thrones, no damned dragons, No Mas TV shows - TB
I relinquish
Be it so....
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