Shame
Hers your free gift, not so free you grift, a sad place ripping and tearing
kicking and screaming and swearing, suckerd again by a thief.
Comeing on just for the moron for a breif moment disbelief that someing could
be free. Not a chance not a nickel or a dime or even a penny all the work how petty
only a crime. Rewarded throrted on a primiss of a lie. Shiped and handled
for The price of being scandled. to good to be true and tried
only to be stuck with a stick stuck in the eye
would still be better than nothing.
Congraduation not so lucky today...
Keep your lines tight and your waterway clean...
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