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Everyain has his ur 'er critics, whether they write a poem ur a book, jink in public, tak' a swatch at sweet dames in th' **** say something rude, ur climb tay high ur fall too law. E'en saints hae their critics, either fur being too guid ur nae as guid as people thooght they waur or better than fowk thooght they ooght tae be. A' fowk has his ur 'er critics, e'en God almighty has his critics, either coz he exists ain diz tay wee tay late ur doesn’t exist an' diz nothin' at aw. A' fowk has his ur 'er **** critics, even those fa ur deid hae their critics, either coz they lived tay lang an' did tay little ur did nae bide long enoogh an' did tay much tay soon. A' fowk has his or her critics, an' when they don’t, they don’t matter anymair.
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Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC
Critics & Co.
Everyain has his ur 'er critics, whether they write a poem ur a book, jink in public, tak' a swatch at sweet dames in th' **** say something rude, ur climb tay high ur fall too law. E'en saints hae their critics, either fur being too guid ur nae as guid as people thooght they waur or better than fowk thooght they ooght tae be. A' fowk has his ur 'er critics, e'en God almighty has his critics, either coz he exists ain diz tay wee tay late ur doesn’t exist an' diz nothin' at aw. A' fowk has his ur 'er **** critics, even those fa ur deid hae their critics, either coz they lived tay lang an' did tay little ur did nae bide long enoogh an' did tay much tay soon. A' fowk has his or her critics, an' when they don’t, they don’t matter anymair.
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Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC
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