They are only seven true.
We have the plane and were getting through.
Take out the music of love.
My book will guide and warmth your lone.
Legs wind and future bind,
the trash can of the big plan,
titles won with a one ton phone.
The wizard is out but I have a spare bow tie you can wear on your own.
Many times bringing, is backing into a goat
with a sharp thumb and a rating of one,
I just swallowed fifteen gallons of gas
and the sofas feeling frisky like a temptress
in the sand, that leaves a rash on
the salty mans soul but sometimes dreams
come alive and we end up in a bungee with a troll
in a fortress of moles.
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