Return Whistles
Return...
What return to ways so just..
Know your ways eating nuts.
Want my meats and want your rice.'
Evil creams are nothing ice.
Laws can kept the tyrants bills.
All ab IRATO ill.
Wrong decision come as dirt.
Try my bribe as taking gift..
Keep the forms as turning wheels.
Turn you down are needy worlds.
Shake my ways may gods that well.
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Shoulder wheel is judo says.
Just return to mates may stay.
Shoulder boards are coming soon.
Insult are not to take with wounds.
What returns feed and trim.
Chang our ways are words as rains.
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