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brandon nagley May 2015
Surely man cometh to his senses, from iron bars and stressful fences to keep him on tight line,
Wherein brother's act against mother's, to be left behind as societie's slime!!

Gospel's lost to the calliburs blast heat shot,
Wherein projectile gets sprayed,
As graffiti to a page,
Where iron creases,
The fold and eggs boil the kitchenette's ***!!!

All things off limit at this time thou falsely accused criminal!!

Thief between the gypsies!!

What a constitutional laugh in we all shall have,
Mother and dad,
Positively these longing souls stay wistful!!!

Polio like feelings are popular focus,
Where the green is all smokeless,
Wherein alarms do not exist!!!

One for thy lungs,
Two for two trips!!

Oatmeal cookie cakes sweetened to sweaty pie night!!
Terrors are farer ,
Gatherer's are darer's to amtrack train polite!!!!!

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