arround the corner.
The sky of my ancestry kumo kaleidoscopites.
tomorrow likely i will be glee.
Clad my new caftan,
looking juvenilee, and jerk jauntily and jesting in jamboree.
My jocund jealousy jenny jasmine our jiffy of jullity.
Eat and drink jars of joyous, and
jaw praises to my lord, Allah the finest, mightiest and saviour.
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