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Emollients are hard to come by For this agronomy of my soil. The hay is vague, the crops are spoiled. I want, I toil, I quail the mail. I'm tired, detailed, drawn as a Pawn to the business grail. My stool needs Emollient My head needs painkillers. Last nerves have got my words My country and home Needs a exfoliate !
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
exfoliate and enema
Emollients are hard to come by For this agronomy of my soil. The hay is vague, the crops are spoiled. I want, I toil, I quail the mail. I'm tired, detailed, drawn as a Pawn to the business grail. My stool needs Emollient My head needs painkillers. Last nerves have got my words My country and home Needs a exfoliate !
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
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