You'd like for me to be so good and kind.
You'd like I would be sweet and always pray.
So notched reason that is out of mind,
As your white colar's ready to obey.
My mum was not a Londontheater dancer.
She fell in love in father's navy eyes.
My brother is alas so old now to answer,
My boots have got a real clear chance.
I left at past my girlish years' illusions.
My censor follows another every word.
You may of cause delay or make conclusions.
Relax if you are able to afford.
So I'll write about my life and more.
Who makes decisions here at the store?
To my opponent
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