Mapsx
Oogeling ouggulluurzz,
Fidgety fogging verse!
Peoples are nodding to their words,
beats aren't so bumpy
so they blotter on burbs...
Seasoning at saunter,
as he wander wanders-
bottoming the plotter who thinks its
'why bother?'
As a holy day walker
streamin' the fodder,
Poly pulls the jog on her,
says 'yes we'll get knocks
to twist turns-
silly like talks in the chik_burns,
and the whispers'.
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