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What lies beneath the surface of knowing is an attempt to shoulder excuse burdens - a poem |
| A critic of inestimable quality, Pertaining to the ranks of nobility; Generates a rife totality; Awesome constructs thank eternity. Liable for the turns of leaves - Every inch of ground deceives; The pastures which an old cow grieves - A sentimental tone believes. Monday’s coming, with no stress; Moments mourn a group no less… Super holes relate, God bless! And those lasers need not guess! |