1.22.2009
humble be thy bumble, surely can you tumble, down this torch lit jungle, swallow the remaining fungal, cause up top we rumble, on stilts made of beagle
yo scottie, can you rhyme like me, in your fortified tree, eating a pastry, studying your dish of petri, composed of blue-green algae, anything to clear up toe acne.
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