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My suede shoes are green. Well, no, they're forest. My, how the sky is blue. More cloudy and teale. The Church is corrupt. Their message isn't. The educated egot. I've been called Egit, stupid, idiot, And codface (try to find a definition for that). Not proud of those nomenclatures, But at times they fit me like cells. But when I come across the Midvale gifted, Who try to convince me that East Indians are West Indians, Well, I remove my simpleton's conical cap.
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
The Gifted
My suede shoes are green. Well, no, they're forest. My, how the sky is blue. More cloudy and teale. The Church is corrupt. Their message isn't. The educated egot. I've been called Egit, stupid, idiot, And codface (try to find a definition for that). Not proud of those nomenclatures, But at times they fit me like cells. But when I come across the Midvale gifted, Who try to convince me that East Indians are West Indians, Well, I remove my simpleton's conical cap.
francie-lynch
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
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