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But do they gleam! Their spots unseen. The walls we climb, aren't they divine? There a spit shine; not so disgusting. Here a soiling secret, but it's not rusting. You may not like it, so quit building it, but it's here so you cannot even escape a world of crap, while you keep out the lifesavers, that you've crossed off the grocery list. So obey the walls, they're tall order. Ignore the calls, or the feint odor. The greatest malls, and all their ***** you'll soon realize are hopeless junk.
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 7:23 PM UTC
The Illusion of Walls...
But do they gleam! Their spots unseen. The walls we climb, aren't they divine? There a spit shine; not so disgusting. Here a soiling secret, but it's not rusting. You may not like it, so quit building it, but it's here so you cannot even escape a world of crap, while you keep out the lifesavers, that you've crossed off the grocery list. So obey the walls, they're tall order. Ignore the calls, or the feint odor. The greatest malls, and all their ***** you'll soon realize are hopeless junk.
I was mostly messing around with this one, but that doesn't mean it's irrelevant, nooo, not in the slightest... it's still a bit tongue in cheek though. Enjoy DEW
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 7:23 PM UTC
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