Nuts
Do you care about yourself
To room lair around the help
Called a mare by those close
Balled not fair lie pose dose
Felt the tear of the well
Pelt no pair tough sell
Made me bare try post most
Fade she dare cry toast lost
Acted as hare from my trend
Sacked lass rare come why friend
We all wear as is due
The call fair past list crude
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