Malloy, lay, lay, yam, May, all, mall;
Race of Chasmpions! !
Flesh and blood,
Mount Rushmore;
Ash, has!
But, inside it was very dark.
Week, weekend!
Now you know how to cook it,
So, prepare it and eat.
Weak, week!
In the Mall with the muse of your love;
Fresh, flesh!
But, do learn how to live by the positive rules of life.
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