A the crux of this post crisis time ...
Now for the thy next procedures
Time to give; is indeed a rare commodity
I will not go into the bitter state of the grumpy side of life; as with all thy breeze in logs
The flip side to gaiety and smiles I have
turn me around the snarls, the dark photos, the posts that have a blot of the other of my personality
The shadows in which I live on the outer skirts of society.
My front room will look like a paper mountain; as I anticipated this ...
Either I will be the story that never features a end in an end or I will go on to become a legal aid in this life of decrepit legalities
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