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Here the Anopheles Mosquito lay Her timed seeds programmed to promote her Brood So when I saw my Water-Cup in place It startled me that Tension filled with Blood But why should you be mopped in such disgrace When the Blood you saw was all but your own? Had it been your fault when you should save face That your Life's Assignment Cover was blown? This whole Area's disgusting. If you could Try a Lamb's Digest in still water's drink He drinks barely folly; And if you would Allow my Shepherd to point your Destine. Yet this same Insect bit the Shepherd's arm Struck her with his Cane but flew without harm.
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC
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Here the Anopheles Mosquito lay Her timed seeds programmed to promote her Brood So when I saw my Water-Cup in place It startled me that Tension filled with Blood But why should you be mopped in such disgrace When the Blood you saw was all but your own? Had it been your fault when you should save face That your Life's Assignment Cover was blown? This whole Area's disgusting. If you could Try a Lamb's Digest in still water's drink He drinks barely folly; And if you would Allow my Shepherd to point your Destine. Yet this same Insect bit the Shepherd's arm Struck her with his Cane but flew without harm.
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC
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