From heaven there are angles
and from hell there are devilles.
From the ground grows flours
and space has stares.
Grammar is herd.
English is wired.
But I love Poe and tree.
And I absolutely hat autocorrect.
Because I really, never spell anything rung.
You’re asking how many strips of bacon?
I’ll take too.
Where are we?
Around the corner killing Tim.
What kind of hairstyle?
Get a layered cute.
The guy we met today?
I thought he was kinda hoot.
Anyway, I’m done with this. I’m finally going to tune of autocorrect.
I mean you red all of this correctly any weigh.
Done.
Good buy.
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