send the rich doughnuts, to the poor send milk
Elbowing your way out of the misfortune of being born in an odd numbered year is no way to provoke lugubrious resonations within the insipid. Running amok beyond the realm of clarity is more likely a vapid sound that flagellates between stealth and egregious idiosyncrasies. Don't let up.
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Don't give up
you don't have to
gotta do what you wanna do
oh yea
Let out.
aerosmith said eat the rich. i always do what the rock gods tell me.
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