no longer will the blocker barge across the laden to huff deluded injured innocence
no longer will the natterers natter at their meet in the narrowest part of the narrowest path wit deceased
i have walked the city roads it’s now become necessity to ensure that all without the wit to see around wear wing mirrors
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