O say can you see, Francis Scott Key, Baltimore Harbor, singing for free, free freedom, for seedom, for seeing no evildom, for seeding a field, or a harbor, a rare narrows,
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Francis Scott Key, and Betsy Ross, up there in NYC, you have your oysters and your Knish, Knish key, your dental floss, who scales the skies, as freedom–
Freedom loves a good time. It luxuriates, as a hippy hippy shake and a Jew, a rabbi, incorporates. Jesus saves, Moses invests.
Spam of Human Affection 
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