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By Jack Joseph Smith
He said he was
My friend must spin it cleanth
Drunk in wind
Slight, therefore of wit
The love of Nenis Win we knew, after time,
Did we ever take apart our troubles
Silence has not to do with silver
When we lose Lide spinning the long parts of the bridge
To kill is good as gold
Watch the ring
silver is a worse story told
Clean is not necescarly good
whipped wild without chime
Great song without song
Music without ear
never dearly done,
while gouge