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lord don't take that from me
please lord say what you got to say to say for me
to stay please so no laze fleeze
riddle time past the day when lines flow like spray paint on the haze
of craze barnd raze. in a hay maze with corn flakes
time ceases when words may sense
because non sense is bent with intent
that was not suppose to make sense. yes it was . no it wasn't. i dunno. no. yes. no . dunno. flow so go.