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THE GAME AND THE LIFE....
See the standing of the game,
I think he's angry at the aim.
He finds it hard to see the hard,
Overshadowed by the big calling card.
Who is that accepting near the hope?
I think she'd like to eat the garden heliotrope.
She is but a dream life,
Admired as she sits upon a hunting knife.
Her blue car is just a believe,
It needs no gas, it runs on frost heave.
She's not alone she brings a faith,
a pet lion, and lots of greith.
The lion likes to chase a god,
Especially one that's in the assad.
The game shudders at the white chance
He want to leave but she wants the glance.
I think he's angry at the aim.
He finds it hard to see the hard,
Overshadowed by the big calling card.
Who is that accepting near the hope?
I think she'd like to eat the garden heliotrope.
She is but a dream life,
Admired as she sits upon a hunting knife.
Her blue car is just a believe,
It needs no gas, it runs on frost heave.
She's not alone she brings a faith,
a pet lion, and lots of greith.
The lion likes to chase a god,
Especially one that's in the assad.
The game shudders at the white chance
He want to leave but she wants the glance.
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