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For once, there can never be enough filth that will not be gone with a flick of the wrist, and a little incantation. Jest is not in the particle, It is in the galaxies. Ralf is not a man. Leaf cries when he is ripped. But, he will be found and noticed By the flamenco dancers Who reside inside All of the rocks that might Be outside in the pavement As we sip mango ***** beverages. It is the silliest of events.
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Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
The Silliest of Events
For once, there can never be enough filth that will not be gone with a flick of the wrist, and a little incantation. Jest is not in the particle, It is in the galaxies. Ralf is not a man. Leaf cries when he is ripped. But, he will be found and noticed By the flamenco dancers Who reside inside All of the rocks that might Be outside in the pavement As we sip mango ***** beverages. It is the silliest of events.
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Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
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