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A reminder of sins, Jerky de-firiye, Come, come Islam. Look, it's running out! Life balance. Poetry, A heartbreaker. It is not our goal, Never rhyme. No more levels? Pros or cons? Every second. Wake up, brothers! What's with this blunder? They call it a gift. Why the credit name? Forget the interest, Defeat your conscience And forbidden halal So you can lose. Look! That miserable invitation. Love word Blankets, That called adultery. What kind of spirit is this? It's like a century of ignorance, Invitation to sins, Then call Hell, A great bonus! We gave them rejection, Thank you tricksters, Every disqualification. Lord! Give it to my students! A great choice. Damn! Every tomb that comes to restraint. Wastewater, Granted condolences. Birdman Father Yunus Kokan

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Date: 10/6/2019 7:28:00 AM
you write very well, and this flows so good.. welcome to the soup
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