By S.D Sycther
The biggits, the reditt, all love in all,
All love jin numbers all love to fall.
So few few spots of rain and no numbers, much much rains and no no;
but still ponders over the rain; still, listen to I the glory of gain;
And I shall sit and stand all pain;
No lion no lion just pain pain pain.
All these days, easiness care care,
But all these days and dare dare dare;
games played played fair fare fair.
Fairy fairy goth, lovely the affair,
And picks up the funky child very rare.
And picks up the funky child very rare.
Mother that day a pizza for the weak,
And remained he hungry the rest of the week.
But knew he if not his father,
Doubt I doubt I rather than rather,
Careless feathers and glory less rhyme,
And clever child hymn hymn hymn.
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