Standing on my throne,
Chewing on a bone,
Booking doubt alone,
All and nothing known.
Bend with a dog left ,
Trifica bird bet,
Flight a path of best,
To go on rest.
Sight in the eye,
Tear to the cry,
Try the stop why,
Never on the best bye.
So if I am up to know good,
Your under my flap hood,
Me over my mac mood,
With my hook in you!
FTBAS 4.28.12
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