My unwillingness to take your word, MY anger in every verse, Amazingly i pause to conserve the very medicine that holds on me and i love it.  I take it in with every grin, Your sane, im way beyond,  I found myself siting at the pond, poundering,  Talking to Lady Triste about being ungodly.  Serving the horrid, the naughty tourist

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