The poem
Two birds loved in a flurry of red feathers like a burst cottonball, continuing while I drove over them. I am a good driver, nothing shocks me.
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The poem
Two birds loved in a flurry of red feathers like a burst cottonball, continuing while I drove over them. I am a good driver, nothing shocks me.
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Mad lunatics are already taking over the affairs of overcrowding chaos around. Encouraging that guy drive on our road will be an emerging weapon of mass distruction.
Please show these lunatic out of there!