sugar and spice and
all things nice,
flowers and peacocks too
shells and bells
penguins and butterflies
too sharp to last
the Jamies are deadly
momma knows best
can you give me a bunk up
over that wall?
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read the thrilling thoughts of a 33 year old man who should know better tumbling backwards through the thorny hedgerows of existence his words will lift your inner light from candle to sunshine while making sure you miss out on the fluorescent strip bulb tho'that ain't a promise ite?
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