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Subject line and matter what's the matter there must be many abuses of the
system close the door make a number on the card give it only to the elite one.
The poor children die stoned in the ditch rhymes with witch. When the ruling
factor is wealth and fame added unto name and they say who are you anyway
what have you done today lets party and have sex behind the closed and guarded
doors. We are all elite and the ruling force. A man does not walk like a pigeon
toed duck. Good luck out the door just go away the lice and mice and lingering
doubts play. Romance and faltering footsteps failing sight and failing heart. We
knoe just what the girls say to one another and how they treat a poor old
homeless man. They play keep away and worse they add it to the verse of every
rhyme. Eye am eye. My title is eye. Eye is the title of the eye. Eye found October
wine to be too decadent the label was not tasty to my eye. Eye lost the will to lust
or fill my belly with the must of crushed and shattered grapes of dust. Please just
skip the Halloween and bring thanksgiven to my eye. Try hard to advertise
Thanksgiving with the popcorn that eye crave and leave the candy corn for
children they deserve to try it out but eye could never count the kernels in my bag
or have enough. The title is in doubt.
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