Keep on just keeping on.. so the song goes as the wrong goes right as I hit the mighty bong. No need for tongs just kneeled before it, stored it and roared it! ‘Ya Mahn!”
I start talkin in a patois, bra, ‘Ertings gonna be fine
mahn!’
It tis all beget.
Bet!
(Peace! More to come...)
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