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No One

I'm not a race you'd dare to run, Love no one's creed, God knows whose son, Is life roulette or dominos? Cross "T's," dot "I's, and slash zeros, Improvements brought to Burning Bush? I'm Rampant Straight, a Royal Flush! Bloodsucker's victims love their stakes, Don't ever learn from fortune's breaks, Who loves the North when trouble's South!! I flow, more river than a mouth That swallows hope then spits remorse, My droppings? Flagrant intercourse, Won't beg for quarter, court no f**ks, Capacitance? Magnetic flux! Exploding vacuum - here and gone! Content! Some call me Satan's spawn! Brian Johnston 10th of May in 2019

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Date: 5/22/2019 12:11:00 AM
I know this is crazy, but this part DELIGHTED me. "Won't beg for quarter, court no f**ks, Capacitance? Magnetic flux!"
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