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Cork It Up

It's time we stop this game. Which has no distinct name. Than the already made. Such distressful and shame. Why don't you lower your gaze? When you proclaiming, am a male. Just avoid the stain. Cos, everyone has an aim. Why don't you stop this spade. Which always makes the heart to blaze. Don't forget about your ape. Who will surely bite from the same cake. Not even your mate. This soo strange. Why can't you brake this cane? Into RESPECT ATTAINMENTS AIMS ACHIEVEMENTS PERCEPTIONS STUNNING GREAT ESSENTIALS SUPPORTING But rather REVOKING BLOOD RAGE AMBITIONS SHUTTING DOWN PUNISHING THE GUILTY EXECUTING HUMAN RIGHT why? close that gate It is a dirty way. Don't shake The same day But try to make A new base That will sail on the lake To spain. That's the world's aim. by Abdul Basit Ismail

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