Complaint
And it is a pain to live
it is a complaint to live
I contemplate to pilates
my friend
to live as a pirate I say
to right to water to woe
wo wonder wood wouldy
ro eh? Eh
ech H ...uh,
each compass
that ass
You see me
'tis only meing
becoming
the demise
the demonstration
of one little tree.
PS
Payola
fix roads ffor access to minority groups and indian groups and use tax money to do it.
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