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was The Albertan Assassin: the ancient, cross-eyed geezer of a goose who for once was not in his usual last place. He left the other geese to eat his
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
only know to dwell under in realm of this Deep
Dark place
It was metal
It was structurally large beyond something of human origin
It was dark yet with no
music in college, thought I was going places, dreamt of the finer things and thought that work was a waste of my time, maybe to make some money service
it makes a difference
But fuck it let’s get it
I remember when I was deep in trenches, fighting this war on my own
No one asked if I was ok, no one was
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
At thug mansion
A place to spend my quiet nights,
That's why we go to thug mansion
That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
At thug mansion
A place to spend my quiet nights,
legislation that's been Put in place by their allies
Just so they can protect their economic ties
They don't bother hounding nuns, monks or rabbis
But if you're
the street from Jerry's Bait shop
You know the place
Well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy
Except, of course, for
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you're
traverse by the grace
We rejoice in the hopes
Patient in the tribulat'
Never worry bout a thing
Keep the prayer, supplicate
In everything, give thanks
proved to you!
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid.
She thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by
Held tight, knowing the fight would live through this seed
In need of a doctor, from her stomach she's bleed
Out of this situation a girl was conceived
So sorry I wasn’t there
Just want you to know I care
I know I didn’t understand your love was up in the air
And I
Miss the times that we walked in
are on the drag
All these dusts are groovin' in
the noisy machine that can tune in
Everything is jumpin' out
All the dust that is polluted
When we make
seen this coming in the first place
Should've checked the dashboard right before the race
Then maybe I would not be in the last place
I was on E then you
view was so large
Couldn't wait to get up, grow up and take charge
Month five, month six went by, hoping I'm born in July
But the Lord already figured
by what's been put before
Everyone must spend their due time
Feeling sick, so sick inside
There's a certain sense of violence
In the way a family
help but think
If I could be you
I'd take your place
For an hour, for a day
I could do anything I wanted to
If I could have your perfect life
In
to Jaz and Uriah
I was born in the East got respect for the Shire
R.I.P La'a I got love for Mesiah
That's two legends for the youth to admire
It's
throat
Wait do U really feel me
I was in a dark place a devil coliseum
Bitches throwing shots at me like I couldn't read em
While u throwing shots I was
lashing out
Brace yourself as we emerge from the dust, everything we once held onto now buried in rust
All the nights we tried to tell ourselves it was
was a sheet (if I could change everything I'd be a leather maker)
And under the sheet was a mattress
And under the mattress was a bed
And under
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