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Angeli

My ol higue, you inspire me to write. How I hate the way you peal, suck and fly, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the ugly eye. Let me compare you to a tired crust? You are more cunning, disgraceful and keen. Past deed toast the last frolics of August, And summertime has the past dream. How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your stunning fire, skin and teeth. Thinking of your disgraceful skin fills my days. My hate for you is the inspired leith. Now I must go away with a spaceful heart, Remember my clean words whilst we've part.

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