Brag and boast for the boots,
Guilt has been annoying for the looting,
As the observant have noted
Much to the distaste of elders.
Quavers and similar musical items
Are liquid and sometimes in task
With this task that overruns.
To reimburse the galleries of such art
Wants ligaments of people,
Borderless nature embraces
The swords of the people in love and hate.
Karate will come, incredible loving
Nature has erupted now this time.
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