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Flushed, kicked to the curb and stunned, waanning, waanning and crumbling crumbs, dispelled as dumbed, come backs like lakes of water aren't even fun, toned and intonated, 17 things to endanger- 39 to reconnoiter, there was nothing to do, nowhere to go, some people showed, they were enhanced, I was so gold- aggrandized yet grow'd, I couldn't even agree with the folks, got stunned and littered as the roads, melted plaster and recreated the last masters focused.

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