We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
And then it hits like a pie to the face, hello darling, such a pity, what stench, can I disgrace, when dreams between the sheets, make fools jump and bump, the cows come home to roost, and grandma is the new zombie on the block, with the blockheads, all sewn up.
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