Pellets.

Watching helping hands receive its shotgun 

Houté couture examination for Pellets 

and the crying wahwah

The rocking pram violin in sonatas sending my love. x2

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From Escarpment Fawns learnt of life under parachute 

There’s a world of those that believe they had wings

Kiders drinkers and fascist young willing on 

Their mothers to become the willow widows.

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you might fancy dress yourself well 

but I don’t bake With the half baked truth.