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Mar 22
There's not a breath of wind this morning
Apart from the occasional breath of wind
In my ***** potential children spawning
Will later be cast into sin
The breeze it grows and circles the Earth
Next generation dies in a ****
Left feeling somewhat the burk
In the occasional breath of wind.
Written by
Jimmy silker
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