THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL
MAY THEE ALL BE BLESSED
ONCE THERE
YOU WILL SEE THE GRASS
AS yellowish all are same
I have played football
with the Internet
passed 20 years
friendly poets
they all make money then sprint
it's like a forced
DIVORCE
sit on the horse
We will kick it
DON'T TROT
GALLOP ONLY
A RACING HORSE
may be ye
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