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Just a little prankster, what harm can fire do? Burning like a mountain top must have the avian flu. Why do'st thou sigh so loudly, in streets to clear and broad why do you hate the anglewoods whose math is great and odd? Oh jeezy miss Givens whatever will they say when they find out all the naughtiness discovered on rainy days? Wet and grey like mutt-pups soggy like the news, however can I cry if she won't sing the blues?
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Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 9:52 PM UTC
Glass With Class
Just a little prankster, what harm can fire do? Burning like a mountain top must have the avian flu. Why do'st thou sigh so loudly, in streets to clear and broad why do you hate the anglewoods whose math is great and odd? Oh jeezy miss Givens whatever will they say when they find out all the naughtiness discovered on rainy days? Wet and grey like mutt-pups soggy like the news, however can I cry if she won't sing the blues?
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Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 9:52 PM UTC
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