Jan 2020
What you didn't know when you denied me
That night you left me in a pretzel, belle,
Without a dish from Pretzel Bell,
Is that for every evil deed you do
You and your brethren suffer well.
That night you left me in a pretzel, belle,
Without a dish from Pretzel Bell,
Is that for every evil deed you do
You and your brethren suffer well.
(38/M/9Messiah, Michihel 🍁👑😇)
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