Ballad of gun
Today the world would almost fly like bird like something
thus the other things are not exception or what matters
or slacks.
You see sometimes the whimsical world for instance
would so much brag the numericality and so then maybe
grudges and glasses and grosteque?.
Like sometimes tis better to pretend or keep silent.
Did it not even tis fit the world somehow?.
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