It was old times, swing times, a clock goes click click clit click a villa on Mannahattas is lonesome prairie, and I wish, to heaven I wish, Patrice Lumumba, a smit, written and rit– ratting? A vanilla villa in passage to love, a cream cone, hey!
Clit Clit, make the tock tick, make it make an alarm, take it back home peace ain’t peace we in Texas, or Mexaas, wanted to cyclone Clint Clinton bad beer side as if an old, old hand went
Walt is on the coast, and hears a hum, not a humdrum, a maelstrom, and he loves Mickey, the mouse, the spouse, the conundrum. America is love, but has two coasts, two faces, two dog face eraser insolent, come, come along, as a razor of alligator nibble toes. Dog toes.
Spam of Human Affection 
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