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Tribal maternal's terrace ***** by carnivorous shipmen Earth over ran By Marxist's and ditty wit's!!! Hold thine lingo Release thy spit Oh vertebrate of underworld grief... Tend to thine flock Cut thine beef, As in the cattle thou hath becometh... For the serum doth runneth Wherein thine swords becameth thy first choice.... Where is thy voice? God of technology Made science thy hobby Made gentlewoman thy footstool...... As thou hath runneth a muck And made thy queen thy second elect!!!! For I just bet That thineself shalt lose to all thy debts....
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
Tribal maternal
Tribal maternal's terrace ***** by carnivorous shipmen Earth over ran By Marxist's and ditty wit's!!! Hold thine lingo Release thy spit Oh vertebrate of underworld grief... Tend to thine flock Cut thine beef, As in the cattle thou hath becometh... For the serum doth runneth Wherein thine swords becameth thy first choice.... Where is thy voice? God of technology Made science thy hobby Made gentlewoman thy footstool...... As thou hath runneth a muck And made thy queen thy second elect!!!! For I just bet That thineself shalt lose to all thy debts....
brandon-nagley
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
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