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stone motts and lotts and moats and floats keeps and leaps of man kind, and pianos, and australia and shine and riddles and rhymes, i got it, i heard his all, too late - babe!
cutt circles, nails spoons, jesus kojak frog spawns no where somewhere, rantings ravings to the many make sense to sum.....
outdoor smiles, home baked anger, >>>> away...
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Well it was about the old violin that was handed down to me. It was an honour of sorts but I just kind of didn't get it why me? I never wanted to play it. Every time I ate pickled beets I would think about the violin and feel like my grandmother was scolding me....He gave it to for a reason lassie. Get up off yer ass and just give it a go.
I wish I did not love pickled beets so much then I would not eat them anymore.
if yew didnt eat them anymore, laddie, awl luff wood be larst...?
is this yew, actually yew, i am spekin, tew?
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