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Ones Plot

Ones plot is as one does it is the connection with God and the rails of reality love thy plot for without you are shot a lost plot may never be recovered, a rogue plot may never be captive, an abuse plot may never amuse, a removed plot may leave you unclued. I once lost my plot my plot I lost I asked "have you seen my plot?" but they had not, they asked "where was it last?" but I had forgot, as I went shot, I'd lost the plot. so lord God, our maker of plot, we thank you, we thank you a lot, please protect our plot in the cold and too the hot in the healthy and in the rot weather old or in the cot or animal, robot, in the street and in the shop, as we walk or as we hop, as we boil upon the hob, or mouthing with our gob, when we sit upon the bog, as the car kills the frog, or I handle my knob build fire with the, log lord God save us and our plot, and protect us from shot. and if lord God I say you're not, then I've got not my plot, as you sit tip top as our God with gigantic plot

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