The Masonic mind scramble was a gamble on me then
GOD came to save me. They ordered replacers to steal my
savor yet ached to ingratiate my flavor into their craniums so
their invisible pedastals that they were put upon would balance
and save them from the unglamourous sanitorium for which they rely on.
They tried to code me 999 because I would never fit 666.
Their agent slipped on a motor bike took it next door and overnight thought it was fixed
opened the door to the chalet and forgot about pickup stix.
by Jerriè McGill
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