Imagine the sea of constant fast tide
With the hoozy and woozy speeches
Suddenly it ceases; and
In slow motion it moves like in the movies
The hall was calm
Only the sound of unsteady binoculars eyes
Were heard in beam
Imagine, even the hoped on hopes on the hopeless
Then, it was like it's been for us
If I hear.com
The strange questions passing through our retina
Were strangers in our brains
It was like the breezy blue sea will freeze
To our detriment
Thus another titanic will sink
But not again to the detriment of lovers
TIME UP! STOP WRITING! PASS YOUR BOOKS!
Both brains and skulls dashed out moody
Then what's the problem - moody
Is it the blunt blade or the unskilled barber.
GSP 102; what is my stand?
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