Twice the one room shot
of the birth, the wrongful harm
it entails. O me!
Ah, he that flushes
and flushes, the secret of
creativity.
On average, we
must be a violation
of democracy.
Steady whirring, the
norms of our new world, of
course always dying!
I sing of the first
search engine in a barn. Us,
all framed around us.
And you, bend down to
speak! Peace is always and at
all about the bill.
When there is love, and
five feet of you, o little
shells to paradise!
This is code, from the
sentence. The very act of
love! We don't all sleep.
It made him die. I
mean to fund ads that try to
change the industry.
I believe in you,
for the single file sharing
is in the loving.
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