Freedom is a Cupcake
Grab. Ingest. Release. It's free. (To be read ALOUD.)
8/30/2012
A neat little almost sentence
Ever dwelled, we wooden walkers, we warm bell men, we loud tent men, we proud pigpen ten, then sent to Sendlak with no sendbacks, mac truck and bent backs, lent to scrap, sold as a mat in a maze with a rat in a cage buying all the bars back.
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