i have nothing to say, so i shall try to invent a colonial type poem on the spot. hope it works out.
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do you like my black hat with the belt?
it's rather comfy and is made of felt
i live with my friends by the shipyards
in the olden days, there were no cars
2 of the liberty's kids have left the gang
however, we were not hung out in the rain
we laugh and play and write all day
and crap i just turned this poem gay.
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well, there's always next time. how's everyone's week going?