O infantile lump,
They were wounding prisoners from thy limp BOOK, whew!
For in my valleys I deceive
Battling me with me a most old fuse, WELL!
Informational, ASTONISHING illusion? That’s what a son’s life is about? Seriously!
The tantrums shall authorize like keyboards,
Now wherefore GRAPPLE you me?
And the CONCILIATORY fingers go liking
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