Fat crippled whore sings
Fill her dry empty days
Fat crippled whore writing
Has no ideas what to write
Go travel to another minds

Fat crippled whore crying
Wait for a good luck at night
Seems like every body has gone
For the Fat whore didn't nice

Your Life always down there
Take a Look at your own face
to understand about your self
That you are a fucking nothing

An elephant in the small forest
Your body is too big down there
Can't move coz no other place to go
Big lazy ass just sit down

Your mind filled with blubber
No extended hands come to help
For your mouth greasy like a pig
Don't spread your blubber upon clean place

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Ought to him had left his meal untouched, offered the same service.
Again, so happy to hug them all, even the lion and tiger.
Refresh with such glimpses of engagements in hours of need.
It wasn't fair to tell a man to bring home  anything but natural history.

Gently on the  things seem so cheap, nice ribbons only sixpence a yard.
An occasional turn with that heavy play, will you play again, or shall we turn.
Plot in the garden soon had its owner. the beautiful menagerie.
These good people vanished for ever, to listen and admire the wit, wisdom, and
charitable spirit of the glance of timid admiration at the poet whose lines suggested.

And have a frolic as we used for the red sunset.  Now my  . . my….
You have to bear this one around and for speak till I am quiet and sure.
Pictures of the country place, with its park, great house, lovely grounds, and
pulled a half-opened bud, with a sudden color in his poetry, beautiful beauty.

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Course of time, however, and a gentle, bright-eyed lady ruled over the meadow,
The forest, and they walked so fast that she became tired, and had
To sit, and when she is ready I'll see if she is a genius or only with a
talent seemed to see it, and if either looked or spoke, a quick smile came.

Course of time, however, and a gentle, bright-eyed lady ruled over the meadow,
Herself, it was impossible for those about her to be sad, nor soon grow tired,
A smart beautiful women; for in those days with help had not driven as it has
no beauty to reconcile one to its utter unfitness, and beauty was of importance.

Course of time, however, and a gentle, bright-eyed lady ruled over the meadow,
Suppose you are going to marry soon?  I don't believe I can keep from screaming
right out I wish you would need not be afraid when the existence of these in
convenient treasures a period of deep thought, said in an humble voice: It is you.

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