went to school one daygot thrown in a garbage cantaped my legs up good
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one ring to bind them one ring to kick all the butts can't see me now fool
five syllables firstthen it's seven syllablesand we end with five
Lust is a poor, weak, wimpering whispering thing compared with that richness and energy of desire which will arise when lust has been killed. - Spirit Teacher, The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis
Lust is a poor, weak, wimpering whispering thing compared with that richness and energy of desire which will arise when lust has been killed.