Ted, bed, fed, ked, led, med, red, wed;
Clung in love and paddle your own boat,
But try to remove the violence and,
The plunder around you!
Baked on one side and raw on the other side,
Your story will fly always like the cloud!
But my bed is now laid peacefully waiting for my lover,
And like the experiences of your past.
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