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Wyatt freaks come on baby talk to me just like the others give your oppinion then block me read around what we write then pretend you will be all right one two three none of you know me take my footsteps with grains of salt pucker your mouth watch me stomp report my manners after you block me your form of religion must have swung from trees we are just in an shell of flesh your stupid letters are just an test just because you block me don't mean it isn't me every writer you read test me not that no no no why et y why et y we 91st good thing for my soul block my whole report me hey me banned that Will never change who I am stupid Wy at t hey at at t keep testing me ? ... .. .
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 6:52 AM UTC
Untitled
me stupid freaks ? ... .. .
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
try an clone
is so much more goofy talked to him and mini they got together an radedd my box he has some stupid last name now he figured out how smart we are now he is trying to get me to be his imaginary girlfriends lover he is the new micky mouse ? ... .. .
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 6:42 AM UTC
micky mouse tannebaum
i would know i wouldn't we would that's why they ban an block me i Will block you my mind has nothing to prove we know wisdom is smarter than you well at least that's how we think how do you think ... .. .
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Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
how do you think
Anyone can laud a sunny day And lavish it with praise. It's such an easy proposition Amid warmth and golden rays. But it is, I'd say, a refinéd taste, When a day dawns bleak and grey, To find some joy in heavy clouds That bubble-wrap your day. And even given pouring rain That many see as vile The drum of raindrops on the roof Can bring to some a smile. A wailing wintry driving blizzard? Seems to most so rotten. Yet for me I get a thrill From a landscape wrapped in cotton. Now a slush-and-sleet-filled day in March Is a horrible kind of weather I fear it seems to void my thesis And brings to no one pleasure. It erodes the city's state-of-mind Optimism is diminished Everyone is in a huff And wants it to be finished. Oh, for a bright day in July With no one feeling huffy, The golden sun to rule the sky and clouds so big and fluffy.
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC
Sunny Days Are For Chumps