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I am meandering to the market In order to buy gold that is Gouda If you don’t grasp this I won’t be upset I will be as peaceful as the Buddha I go as fast as a running hippo I am speeding to the dairy section I pass the man with the funny Zippo I must go see this dairy selection Cuando Llegando at the dairy aisle The Gouda seemed to be calling my name It appeared like I was walking a mile All to reach the end of this silly game The Gouda tasted very angelic It was priceless like a fancy relic
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
My Journey
I am meandering to the market In order to buy gold that is Gouda If you don’t grasp this I won’t be upset I will be as peaceful as the Buddha I go as fast as a running hippo I am speeding to the dairy section I pass the man with the funny Zippo I must go see this dairy selection Cuando Llegando at the dairy aisle The Gouda seemed to be calling my name It appeared like I was walking a mile All to reach the end of this silly game The Gouda tasted very angelic It was priceless like a fancy relic
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
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