Red rose's rise every morning reddens my Arabian tea when I read Romans raid off road no railway to Rio.
Right inside where you get some pain, pleasure too is begotten, sometimes; if you read my rhyming rap, you'll know to why I trap myself to always grab what's mine before I'm trapped off ...
Trap Loonies like a limping lump or Cancer so catastrophic, that grows on human bodies, one knows not to why it happens ... for better, Son of men, you have to learn a little about this; take some walk, make a trip just exercise it, from a point to another, that's when you kill cholesterols like a press on a Red button!
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