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o my baby girl viens ma belle i'me glad youre not part of this hell i take the pain, force it out in refrain par la force l'chanson hopefully it's a hit song i've missed you all day, my girl your soul, my pearl. it's a stuffed up world. it's no place for you, girl. we need to change our paths, bring our friends to the hearths. compassion is a god-send come on in, i'll be your friend. think of others, who have lost their mothers. and can't find a heart generous enough to give them a start but you are my blood, my girl your golden locks, all in a curl. just watch for fast-talking men. they'll come at you in groups of ten.

to whome do you refer these messages of math instruction ? my compiler is wary of my math destruction. and so does bug another reduction for in between a recursive function she finds her stack waiting for induction. but the code has missed production. cause it does nothing but luncheon, and cause a memory leak malfunction. the boss brings out his truncheon and kills the rest of the projects function just cause he has no compunction. and then the projects into crunchtime. and everybody grafts way past suppertime. caused by one erroneous math destruction. so what is the moral of this verses function ? code like shit and you'll mi

i remember the day wednesday 4th of may when we first met you were beautifully poised basically fast and obviously wet you were almost fantastically spent frenetically bent but phenominally heaven sent but you were really heaven scented and hopelessly centred and amazingly, no stupendously mentored and now, god, you embody my essence because of your presence so near but so far i want 2 B with U but my body's not healed ill wait 2 pass my sentence for you are my present oh my god, am i present ? you shine with your essence light from Saturn, your magnificence god can i surf this ? if i do, i may die if i dont i wil