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Saturday, October 15, 2011

Prince of the Orange River

Nevertheless matter all to winkle major cut my legs,
Drive of the leisure, hangs on the feather,
Musk deer runs like musket,
Garrison fort I ever sit on them.

Crack of bowl in mummy's hand,
Prince of the orange river flow.

See the stone falling, hitting narrow strip gaps,
Call for a ride to handle all my ride.
Snazzy finger lives next ti shrine,
Hammering hammer when it falls on the face.

Inside the cover of your book,
Eat them  tight that they don't fly.
The fruits are getting sore,
For the mama...
You won't cry again.


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