and it was called (few chosen)
"don't dainty me"
and it was good
(brotha!)
and it was good
now I lay me
now I weigh me
now I flay me
dry my tears
I wish there were a cinderblock
of wholesome
to relieve my sake
you make me shatter where
I merely shadowed once
and limitedly drying follicles
were also fine
I'm with you
are you viable against
the pasture
is this a metro
lop
flop
clop clop
shaving
tell me norms are
whittled down worth
zippo hip
frames (have a child)
you ought to be in pixils
baby pine wood
pick a box
(any box)
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