quit your wrangling and get moving. but we quote the song and sing the quote, "we ain't gonna march no more." get a job robbin' babies be a corporate, beat up old ladies. and we say, again "we ain't gonna march no more." that's no good, buy some stocks mutual funds and all that such! yet again, "we ain't gonna march no more." i won't quit my wrangling, ole monkey man i'm not gonna stop traveling this country not gonna settle down and kill things pollute the earth...i'll pollute my body thank you beery much. so even drivle, no more rhetoric give me socrates, and give me a box of wine.
Reason for writing:
just trying to get my ol' form back. not workin yet though, still rough aroun the edges
Birth sign: Cancer
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