According to displacement of my finger it spreads the major,
So what's your look?
Is it a fiber kick?
A circle out of cube,
And the deadly cube of game,
The common pie everywhere,
A world of maths,
And the pain to organ,
Far about my help,
Fingers are ready,
So this is easy to eat the force.
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