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| wicked, wicked yet every impulse, every inmost thought is for you, only you, dog juan so I rest my case, seeking justice straight, well almost straight maybe just a little bit crooked, to the nonlinear end finding you favor, giving you acid indigestion, and sharing shining observations collapsing crazy equations absolutely looney tunes with honeyed words iterating from the khoo-khoo rock of many colors and for our land, one who hears, through a loco-mutt's ears like a meandering stream of streams with a wandering headache the song of songs peregrinating through it |
| (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah |
| appreciated treasure a different spirit |
| two ways one land against the consensus yehoshua & calev |