Monthly Rhym One
I have to nail my sale of pail on a board, otherwise my employer Will, will wail and say that I am a fail yet I save to sail in the boats of Uhuru Park. Dear friend will I ever make a good sale if I am narrated in every tale to be ranked as the tail? I need you to help me to recover from this fail or I will go where I hail from.
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