I reiterate, when you're gifted, then you're twisted, these are facts, I am sometimes blind, in all of he world so far,I only see the stars. But who is the poppyseed of my kitchen? Who is all ginger and jazz? Who has glamours onion butts? Who has a chili nose, chocolate toes, and takes a saffron pose? Fingers in the jar and wham, bam, shalabam, one shot, no guns and here I am
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