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A screen. At night. Much better than in daylight. The sun, makes a screen glum. The other that you pray to, is who? Sincere devotion, woo hoo. A creation notion, is that the potion? I second that emotion. BruthaB
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A day of reckoning, is beckoning. Enough is enough, how long do we put up with this shit stuff. The foolish who think they’re mighty, may huff and puff…
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The world is back to front, my friend. North is South and East is West, Nobody knows which way is best. Up is down and left is right, No wonder so many…
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The clot shot. Is it intended to remove, A blot in the blood, or a blot in the landscape, that has a human shape? That is for you to decode, I will not…
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Elecktrickery. A big price hike, that’s sure to give people a fright. It’s certainly not to most peoples delight. Can you put up a fight? Not really…
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Depression, is a hard lesson, difficult to see as a blessing. Is it man made, or from on high? If you’re depressed, all you can do is cry. Akin to…
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Heating or eating, the people are bleating. All is woe, to many, the government now foe. I say craic on with the show. C’est la vie, c’est la vie…
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The worldly powers that be, think persecution is the key. A solution, that will bring about, a resolution, to all the ills, they have spilled, onto the…
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