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Aced fables rake faces into a pile grimaces tend to fend off soft smiles when considering the future sure, keep it to yourself for good in the attic with dusty ornaments as long as someone adorns the fence with ugly colored ribbons your intentions mean jack why bother big brother, give it up mowed over opinions ending in shoveled dirt, delicious.
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
Hell, if Nostradamus can
Aced fables rake faces into a pile grimaces tend to fend off soft smiles when considering the future sure, keep it to yourself for good in the attic with dusty ornaments as long as someone adorns the fence with ugly colored ribbons your intentions mean jack why bother big brother, give it up mowed over opinions ending in shoveled dirt, delicious.
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
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