Please, can you, Please will you
not....
know that, I know that you can,
speak to me, improper when ever it comes..
when speaking to me,
when writting it out, is your English..
Instead of that stuff,
that the young people think is so cool?
And knowing, I know that you can...
any way...just think of pleasant things..
those things of which that...
and other things, which also you can..
Thinking, I'm thinking, you've got....
Squeeze And Pull, untill the words
all come out,
most minds like we have just wont wait.
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