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I cannot focus on the focal point to equivocal, the pain in my memory, to memorial site. The night smells gunpowder in the middle galaxy to summon the smart, south to Saturn where I rest my head. The soup cannot aroma from arrow to victory parade to pragmatism as well as phantasm from the ghost town to the tower.
He cannot smile from the tickle of bell to belligerent balcony to sharks play, because of corruption has clouded his thinking to kleptomaniac where it whets his desire to disastrous want because of corruption. The center cannot pivot before his status to satirical Angola Saxon. He tries to Anglicize which stunt him to death as the statuesque hardness of the brick break his heart to liters of liquid and chronic concept.
Constipation and compassionate dashed to grudge near the gutter, butter his thinking to backlash, because of  corruption.
The letter from the president is parasites inside the Indian Ocean to autobiography of the first man on earth; he cannot smile because of corruption. Corrosive laughter; he cannot smile with the smiling sun to Sunderland and Catalonia beach near the chamber to the apple where he must appeal for action and speak Fula Language. 
He leans by the site of shoppers to New York hotel to Holiday Park to safari road adjacent Kenyan jungle and he stopped to greet the giraffes by shaking hands with lions hopping to bring reconciliation to isolated communities to avoid iconoclastic variant cultures. The president wallows in mud to fabricate and modify lies because of corruption.
Python in parliament planning landmines against our economy to et cetera because of corruption, the lava laud honeybees in the Supreme Court cut our hope to Saran smile. Diesel spills dribbled fire; she cannot fill her belly to barrels of bomb because of corruption.
The burial sites are groundnut farms from hope to oath because of corruption; he kisses sharks to Shakespeare’s love. The pillars in Rome he learned to revolutionize and revitalize his energy to the Vatican City where he stalled how to spell his name.
He escaped from nemesis to bottleneck to cowboy salute on a horse back, because of corruption. Toddler giggles which render sharp pain on his pelvic virgin face and he inherits dilapidated hope, he cannot wait the truth to land him in jail as protagonist to problematic picky.
He cannot fear eagle eyes to cottage love by the lord man ship, because of corruption. His rivers of thinking boil his head to happenstance above think tanks to thick warm morning. Running from sickness to nice bouncing baby boy middle autumn, because of corruption, the food he feed on refuses to digest with dogmatic fact and mathematical calculation to calculus theory.
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