| Every hassle has a moat. No pristine mind would cross. Circumference sized to fit the keynote. And keep the thoughts in sauce. |
You want to hear a story don't you. Well I'll tell you one for tea. Just what is a land for? And has no liberty? |
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The poem that looses your vote migrates down a Ladder in rank one step.
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