GRACE, take off your Halloween mask
We know your layer’s
a template to truce evil, in beneath we see
The darkest things, which lie on top of the belly valley - swimming float as thunder to the day of a good’en
And for all them sufferers of thunder, there ain’t nothing worser than a hurricane taking your daughter
And good try, we might know god almighty grows grey hair under your bonnet, and make you chant sonnet, but, of godly like
Mug figure, measure honest honour, nobel gent, guest his sleeve in blue ink to achieve, writing himself off, in will, and truce kills, for the angels wings got bowed by robin hood, in courtesy’s law of shelter and the red bird blast nest due to heavy tempt in green, jealous vicar, don’t bicker, don’t write up the alter, all the ‘suits you’, turn your beloved head to James 466, for every body Jesus bought to the scene, he got 20 pounds and a main feature in the magazine which was later published as the bible
Now it’s all Katie, Jordan, Peter, Prices and Andre, Boob, hoods and spuds, Jude Law, Kate, Wins, Lets, Laws, Michael Jackson impersonations, recession conversations,
You can now get a National Express coach for just a pound, and you can also get a cheap pair of ear phones for a pound from pound land
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