Sunnydale, cobble together, a you go to prison, Grade One, llearning out of te stocks I heear a rumble of unsurfable big wae, up on a highlands, a big city erasure,
Inherit the wind, your hair is ruffled, my young son, gotta go patio,
Patois is remember, a language of America, USA, Opera corrupted into Opree.
Is it Grand Ole?
Well, this is the New World.
It ain’t that old.
Spam of Human Affection 
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