Raid in your icompentence,sipping the spite for the past
which the reminiscence of the moonlight carry flirting with the lethal dust
tie a knot with jolly for not potter around
turning the steering wheel to the envelop of this round
knowing that your silver tongue cant fill to the brim this flask
without handling your battering ram
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Author:
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