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The world believes Mr. Best If you want to know He leads the town Does he? Its what im telling you Tame essence Pretty country folk His best bed Coat of clear / holy roman mix ups. ****** shame that any son should foil And Ask on his fantastical fat-thick shoes. (Advice to those kids who insist On getting even with Mr Best) Chip us all the old bricks of shattered Glass domes. White and red. Curled acording to Their litness Woa sonny! Dont raise the wind in your Arm! B. Stay peace full... Give it your Best shot.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
Mr. Best
The world believes Mr. Best If you want to know He leads the town Does he? Its what im telling you Tame essence Pretty country folk His best bed Coat of clear / holy roman mix ups. ****** shame that any son should foil And Ask on his fantastical fat-thick shoes. (Advice to those kids who insist On getting even with Mr Best) Chip us all the old bricks of shattered Glass domes. White and red. Curled acording to Their litness Woa sonny! Dont raise the wind in your Arm! B. Stay peace full... Give it your Best shot.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
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