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Talk about Ghandi and Socrates, haha, kidding, you gotsta be, most ain't worthy their two cents and definitely ain't a lottery.
How I see is in between, so I can checkpoint at any, post haste, flow on all these over-throw aways, set you back down to lower case, pass up all these runs in place.
Keyboard junkies tryna capslock what, Instagram hoes ha you in the butt, just like an edit, you can find yourself cut.
Your not suppose to understand your supposed to support so many now days just observe and distort, or alter contents fables import.
Oh they don't like this attitude, be lucky I didn't take a stab at you, hating they can't grasp a view, they gravitate to me like I'm the glue, I'll admit even I don't always got a clue, but at least I'm always learning new.
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2019
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