There are no humping

Come on show it
Like a curtailed chicken
What is this nagging
When I close the door, you can that they check
And when I open the same door, can you believe that they smiles
Why do I hear lost lot of nonsense
This is nothing new, the old play a role
But I go further, have nothing to eat
It old is old
Come on, forward
Thank you for your compliment, can’t think of anything else
When I know that my words are right
Can’t stop
Why would I?
But believe you that it is wrong that I know of

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